Chapter 45 Unforgivable

• Bryan's gaze lingered on the faces of the two boys, something tightening inexplicably in his chest. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but the faint architecture of their features—the angle of their jaws, the set of their brow bones—mirrored his own childhood portraits with an uncanny precision.
• A wild, impossible thought erupted in his mind. His heart slammed against his ribs.
• Without conscious decision, he activated the primal blood-sense innate to every Alpha. His nostrils flared imperceptibly, drawing in the air of the room, parsing the invisible tapestry of scents emanating from the two children.