#Chapter 455 – Marigold

Cristof seems to move in slow motion, grasping the handle to the car door, pulling it open. Jackson’s body moves without him, stumbling after Cristof, bending low to see inside as the door swings wide. Jackson blinks into the darkness, his eyes adjusting. And then he sees her, the little girl. Asleep, curled up in some ragged towels and blankets, her dark hair spread all around her in a wild tangle. Jackson’s wolf howls as soon as he sees her. Ours, Jackson’s wolf snarls. Grab her, take her – she is ours – But Jackson can’t move, not…not believing it. A child. Hank said – Hank said that there were no children born that autumn in the Community – She – she would have been on the record – But, if Tasha had run away… Jackson groans, stepping towards the open door, and he trips over his own feet, falling hard against the side of the car as soon as her tiny little girl scent hits him. Because even if his wolf knew it upon sight, her scent – Pine and winter, and