Karl's POV
The moment I see him, every doubt vanishes. This boy carries my blood, my DNA, my essence. He's the perfect blend of his mother and me, and the realization hits me like a freight train.
Warren runs toward me without hesitation, as if some primal instinct recognizes our connection. His small arms wrap around my legs with complete trust, and something inside my chest breaks wide open. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, radiating fierce pride mixed with devastating regret for all the moments we've lost.
I can barely function as emotion clogs my throat. My hands shake as I place one palm on his small head, the only gesture my stunned body can manage right now. The weight of what I've missed crashes down on me like an avalanche.
