Naya's POV
The house is quiet. Too quiet.
I sit near the window, staring at the glow of the city in the far distance. It's already 6pm, and the neighbourhood is serene and quiet with an enthral beauty, but I feel like a ghost in this dimly lit space. Like I don’t belong to that world anymore.
My hand rests on my stomach, fingers tracing small circles over the bump.
My children shift in response, their tiny movements grounding me.
Nearly seeing him today in the hospital had made my wolf sing while my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. The alpha had been relentlessly trying to pursue me, but thankfully, Tobias had been on the floor below me and had gotten me to the car minutes after he realised what was happening.
I had escaped him once more.
I should feel more at ease.
The war is over.
The bloodshed had stopped because of what I did. And Kieran… he’s still okay.
That’s all that matters.
So why does it still feel like I’m suffocating?
A knock breaks the silence.
Sharp. Three time
