#Chapter 234: My Eyes

Noah Noah stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the gardeners working diligently outside. The meticulously manicured lawn stretched out in front of him, a sea of green punctuated by vibrant flower beds. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment he had seen his daughter for the first time. Those eyes. Forest green, just like his own. The image of that baby’s tiny face was burned into his memory, her delicate features a perfect blend of him and Hannah. His wolf had recognized her instantly, that primal part of him knowing without a doubt that this was his kin, his flesh and blood. Melody. What a lovely name. Her soft coos and gurgles were like a song. Noah couldn’t help but wonder, in that moment, why he had ever doubted that that baby was his. Hannah… She wouldn’t cheat on him. “No,” his wolf growled, “she wouldn’t. Why did we think she would?” For the first time in weeks, Noah felt a strange clarity settling over him in those mom