Zayn's POV
Those emerald green eyes staring down at me from the tree branches stopped me dead in my tracks. They were so painfully familiar - the exact same shade as mine, only rounder, younger, brimming with childish fear instead of adult wariness. My chest tightened unexpectedly at the sight.
"Joanna?" I called up softly, keeping my voice low so as not to startle her further. The way her tiny hands clutched at the rough bark made my palms itch with the need to catch her if she fell.
A small whimper answered me, confirming it was indeed Nasya's daughter perched precariously twenty feet above ground. My mind raced with questions - how had a child so small managed to climb so high? Had her werewolf blood given her that unnatural agility? The implications about her parentage made my jaw clench involuntarily before I forced myself to focus on the immediate danger.
