My Mate Has Two Wolves By Jessica

Blake's POV
I sat in the office with a cup of coffee in my hand.
I turned the chair to the glass window. I looked through the bright glass window into the distance.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
Noah and Hedwig should have taken a bath and were ready to go to bed. They had school tomorrow.
And Catherine must be sitting by their beds, telling bedtime stories with a storybook in her hands. Or perhaps she was humming
lullabies.
Noah and Hedwig were getting more independent after Catherine's identity was exposed.
In the past, Hedwig always felt insecure and would ask Catherine to hold her to sleep every night.
Yet now, Noah and Hedwig were used to sleeping on their own beds. I had to admit that kids grow up so fast.
However, I felt distressed every time I saw them curling into balls in their beds.