VALENTINE
Two years later, after the child had been born, a girl. Small and almost sickly, but alive.
I held her in my hands and examined her.i checked her eyes and ears and the formation of her bones. I looked for any sign that the experiments had taken root.
But there was nothing. She was just a normal Omega werewolf pup. Weak like her mother. The potential I'd been so sure was there had failed to manifest.
My disappointment tasted bitter.
I'd wasted two years. Two years of careful monitoring and controlled conditions. Two years of keeping Athena healthy and well-fed so the child would develop properly.
All for nothing.
I looked at Athena. She was watching me with desperate hope in her eyes. Like she thought this might mean I'd let them go.
"She's useless."
The hope died. Athena's face crumpled.
"No. Please. She's is still just a child. Give her time. Maybe when she's older—"
