로그인Damian's POV~
I can’t seem to get any sleep.
She’s here in my arms, her face tucked against my chest, breathing slowly and steadily. The fire's gone out, and the cabin feels chilly, but she gives off a warmth that I can’t help but appreciate. She’s always been warm like that.
I really should be sleeping. Tomorrow, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us. Tomorrow, we’ll face whatever comes our way. Still, I can’t tear my e
Selena's POV~Morning sunlight streams through the windows, warm and golden, casting a glow on the walls of our new room. Our new home. The pack house is complete, rebuilt from the ground up, and this room—our room—surpasses what I imagined. With wooden beams, a stone hearth, and a bed spacious enough for both of us, plus a little extra.Damian is still sound asleep next to me, his arm heavy on my waist, his face turned toward the window. The light highlights his hair, his jawline, and the scar that runs through his eyebrow. He looks so peaceful, youthful, like how he appeared when I first woke up in his embrace, before we were burdened by the weight of the truth.I watch him and my hand instinctively moves to my stomach. The warmth there is steady now, not just a fleeting feeling. Not the gift, but something else. Someone else.Today, I’ll tell him.My heart races. I shift closer, letting his warmth envelop me. He s
Damian's POV~I can’t seem to get any sleep.She’s here in my arms, her face tucked against my chest, breathing slowly and steadily. The fire's gone out, and the cabin feels chilly, but she gives off a warmth that I can’t help but appreciate. She’s always been warm like that.I really should be sleeping. Tomorrow, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us. Tomorrow, we’ll face whatever comes our way. Still, I can’t tear my eyes away from her.The moonlight spills softly across her features, casting a silver glow. Her eyes are shut, lips slightly parted, hair sprawled across my arm. She looks so peaceful, so youthful—just like she did when I first carried her out of the rain, before she learned to fight, before she had to bear the weight of everything that’s happened.My heart aches at the thought.I love her. I’ve known since the day I first saw her, when she kissed me, when s
Selene~Maya locks eyes with me, keeping my face steady. "I know you're pregnant."The words linger in the air, and I struggle to breathe"How—""Lucy said something to Damian. About keeping a closer watch on you. So I've been paying attention. Like the way you press your hand against your belly when you think nobody’s watching. Or how you've been hiding the sickness. Even the way you cry when you think we've fallen asleep." Her voice softens. "I know you, Selene. I can tell when you're carrying a secret you don't want to share."Tears well up in my eyes. "Maya—""You don't have to keep it from me." She wraps her arms around me. "I’m your sister. Whatever it is you’re scared of, whatever you’re holding inside—I'm here for you. I’m not going anywhere."That’s it. I break down. The secret I’ve been holding, the joy I couldn't express, the fear that’s been gnawing at me—it all spills out. She holds me tight, running her fingers through my hair as I cry.When I finally pull away, she's sm
Selena's POV~Morning arrives, dreary and chilly. The village slowly comes to life, with smoke drifting from the chimneys and children darting between the huts. Lucy stands by the garden gate, cradling a cup of tea, her gaze fixed on the mountains.We packed in silence. Damian moved through the hut like a man who knows how to carry only what he needs. Maya rolled up blankets and tied supplies, not saying a word. I observed them, my chosen family, and pressed my hand against my stomach, where another secret is growing.Lucy waits for us outside. She doesn't say anything, just looks at me, and a silent connection forms between us. Gratitude. Understanding. Farewell.I walk over to her and take her hands. "Thank you. For everything."She squeezes my fingers. "You have the gift now. Use it wisely.""I will."She glances past me, at Damian, then at Maya. Her gaze lingers on Damian. "Take care of her."He frowns. "I alw
Selena's POV~I wake to warmth.Damian's arms are wrapped around me, his chest pressed against my back, his breathing slow and steady. The fire has died down, and the hut feels cold, but he’s always warm.I snuggle closer, syncing my heartbeat with his. My hand rests on my stomach. Our child. Growing inside me. A secret I’m still not ready to reveal.He stirs a bit, tightening his grip. "You’re awake.""Just for a moment."He buries his face in my hair. "You’ve been restless. Dreams again?"I shake my head. "Just thinking."He shifts, turning me to face him. His eyes are half-closed, still heavy with sleep. "About what?"I study him—the scar through his eyebrow, the strong line of his jaw, the way his mouth softens when he looks at me. I want to tell him. I want to say the words, see his reaction, feel his joy.But then I think of my gift. The danger that lies in wait. I
Selena's POVI wake up on a cot next to the fire.The hut feels cozy, with its walls lined with dried herbs and the air filled with smoke and a floral scent. Damian is beside me, holding my hand, looking worried. Maya is by the window, keeping an eye on the village.The old woman is at the hearth, stirring something in a clay pot. She glances over when she sees I’m moving.“You’ve been asleep for a day.”I try to push myself up. My body feels heavy; my head is thick. “A day?”“The gift takes a lot from you when it first awakens.” She hands me a cup of tea that’s bitter and sharp. “You poured everything into your father’s grave. It’s a miracle you didn’t burn out.”Taking the tea, I let the warmth seep into my hands. My father’s grave. The stones, the flowers, and the warmth that eventually faded into darkness.“What’s your name?” I ask her.She settles across from me, hands folded. “Lucy. I was your grandmother’s apprentice before she passed away.”I look at her—her white hair, lined







