INICIAR SESIÓNBLAZE POVI knew we were being followed long before I found proof. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was experience. Or probably it was because every time things started looking calm lately, somebody tried killing us. Whatever it was, I couldn't shake the feeling.The convoy had been moving for hours. Damon was leading while Colt stayed behind him. Betty was riding with Damon because, apparently, the two of them had spent half the morning arguing about archive routes before somehow turning it into one of those emotional conversations they liked having lately.I still wasn't used to Damon being the romantic one.The road stretched ahead while trees blurred past on both sides. Neutral territory wasn't far now, and that made me even more uneasy. I checked my mirror again.Same black SUV.Same distance.Same road.Still there.I reached for the communicator."Damon.""What?""Check your mirror."A few seconds passed.Then his voice came back colder. "How long?""Long enough.""That's not an
Damon’s POVThe house felt too quiet that morning, like the air itself was holding its breath, and I couldn’t stop replaying Betty’s words—her frustration, the sharp edge in her voice when she walked out earlier, because she was right. She was always right, and hiding her, controlling when she could act or move, it wasn’t keeping anyone safe — it was just delaying the inevitable, and I knew it.I stayed in the living room, map and archive notes spread across the table, trying to figure out a plan, my hand rubbing at my jaw over and over while every scenario ran like a movie in my head, each one ending with Betty or the baby hurt—or worse—and I could hear her moving in the kitchen quietly, shuffling through papers Lucien had left, muttering half to herself about the Crown Bloodline and old archives. Her concentration was sharp, deliberate, and it made my chest ache because even now, hours after her outburst, she refused to rest, refused to slow down, refused to let me keep her safe by
Damon's POV I could barely sleep at night. Every single time I closed my eyes, Betty’s nightmare played on repeat in my head. The panic all over her face. How she grabbed her stomach right away like that was the only thing that mattered. Her whole body shaking while she tried to tell us she was okay. She clearly wasn’t. By the time the sun started coming up, I gave up trying to sleep. I just couldn’t do it.I slipped out of the room quietly so I wouldn’t wake her. Outside, I found Blaze already there. A few minutes later Colt showed up carrying coffee for all of us. For a while nobody said a word. We were all wiped out. You could feel it in the air.Eventually Blaze broke the silence. “This isn’t working.”I knew exactly what he meant, but I still said, “We’re safe here.”“No, we’re hiding here,” he shot back. “Every day we’re just sitting around waiting for them to make the next move. Meanwhile Betty keeps having these dreams that are telling us they’re getting closer. I’m sick of i
Betty's POVI just couldn’t sleep at night. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept thinking about my mother and the ultrasound and everything Lucien had shown me. My body felt tired but my mind wouldn’t stop. I tossed and turned for a long time before I finally drifted off. Then I had a weird dream. It wasn’t a normal dream. It felt real. I saw my mother running through the woods at night. She was younger. Scared. She was carrying something small wrapped in a blanket. Me. I could feel her fear like it was my own. She kept looking behind her like someone was chasing her. Then the scene changed. I saw the silver-eyed man. He was younger too, standing in front of a group of wolves. He was giving orders. “Find the heir. Bring her alive. Her blood is the key.”I woke up gasping.My heart was pounding hard. Sweat covered my body. I sat up quickly and touched my stomach. The baby was still there. Safe. But I couldn’t calm down.Damon came into the room a few seconds later. He must have heard
Betty's POVThe next day they decided we needed to move.Damon said it wasn’t safe at the clubhouse anymore. Too many people knew the location. They had found a new safe house deeper in pack territory. More hidden. Better protected. I didn’t argue. I was tired of always looking over my shoulder. We packed light and left quietly that afternoon.I sat in the back with Colt again. He kept his hand on my stomach the whole drive. Every time the baby moved a little, he smiled. Blaze drove and kept checking the mirrors. Damon was in the passenger seat, watching everything like he expected trouble at any second. The ride was quiet but I didn’t mind. I felt safe with them.When we arrived at the safe house, it looked like a normal big cabin from the outside. Inside it was different. Thick walls, reinforced doors, good security system. There were extra rooms and supplies already stocked. I walked around slowly, touching the walls. It felt more like a fortress than a home, but right now that was
Betty's POVThe next day, they took me for the first real ultrasound. I was nervous the whole drive. My hands kept resting on my stomach without thinking. Damon drove carefully like he was scared any bump would hurt me. Colt sat in the back with me and held my hand the entire time. Blaze was in the passenger seat, quiet like always, but I could tell he was tense. None of them said much. They were all trying to be calm for me but I could feel the worry in the car.When we got to the hospital, they stayed right beside me. The nurse looked a little surprised seeing three big men crowding into the small room but she didn’t say anything. I lay on the bed and pulled my shirt up. The doctor put the cold gel on my stomach and started moving the wand around.At first it was just gray shapes on the screen. I held my breath. Then the doctor smiled a little.“There it is,” she said softly.And then we heard it.The heartbeat.Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Fast and strong.My eyes filled with tears im







