Carina, Bran, Duncan, and Sadie traveled to Seattle for pack business. Tatiana nervously accepted the critical task of babysitting her nephew but brought Azrael as reinforcement. She stood in the doorway, watching Ari cradle Logan in his arms, moving with the quiet confidence that always radiated from him. He was calm, his large hands cradling the tiny baby like it was second nature. She expected nothing less from him—Ari had a way of making even the most challenging things look simple.
Logan let out a soft, contented coo, his tiny fists waving as Ari bounced him gently. The little pup was comfortable, his wide eyes peering up at Ari with curiosity. There wasn’t a hint of nervousness in Ari’s movements, and there was no awkward shifting or hesitation. He was entirely at ease, as though holding a newborn was just another skill he’d mastered without a second thought.
“You’re a natural,” Tatiana said, her voice soft but filled with admiration.