Se connecterSelena's POV
The morning light is dim and the air is chilly. I find Greta in the medical tent, carefully sorting through herbs, her hands steady, her expression calm.
"I need to train."
She glances up at me. "You haven't practiced since you returned from Lucy."
"I know. That’s why I’m here to train with you."
"Your gift needs rest. You need rest. And the babies need rest, too."
I press my hand against my stomach. "There's a w
Caden's POVThe trader's words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut."Rogues. Hundreds of them. Massing in the east. They're saying Lucas Ahearn is leading them. And some other Alpha. Viktor."I put down my cup. "Lucas?"He nods, his face pale. "You know him?""I know his mother."The trader doesn’t push further. He’s heard the stories, just like everyone else.I pay for my meal and step outside. The village is small, nestled between hills, far from the borders. Safe. For now.But Lucas is out there. Viktor is out there. And Silvermoon lies in their path.I should keep moving, head north into the mountains, disappear, and never look back. Selena doesn’t need me. Damian doesn’t want me. The pack has moved on from me.But Lucas is my brother. My blood. And the mess we made—the mess I helped create—it's far from over.So, I head east.The road is empty.
Damian's POVShe’s still sleeping when I return.The medical tent is peaceful, the candles dim, and the herbal scent hangs thick in the air. Greta is at the back, sorting through bandages with her back to me. Selena lies on the cot, her face pale, a hand resting on her stomach, her breathing slow and steady.I settle down beside her and take her hand. It's cold.Greta remains focused on her work. "She’ll wake up soon.""You said that an hour ago.""She needs rest. The gift took too much out of her."I study Selena’s face, noting the shadows under her eyes and the slight parting of her lips. She seems smaller this way, almost fragile."What if she keeps pushing herself?"Greta sets down the bandages and turns to me. "The gift is tied to her life force. Each time she uses it, she sacrifices a bit of herself. If she overexerts herself before the babies arrive, she risks losing them—or h
Selena's POVThe morning light is dim and the air is chilly. I find Greta in the medical tent, carefully sorting through herbs, her hands steady, her expression calm."I need to train."She glances up at me. "You haven't practiced since you returned from Lucy.""I know. That’s why I’m here to train with you.""Your gift needs rest. You need rest. And the babies need rest, too."I press my hand against my stomach. "There's a war on the horizon, Greta. People are going to get hurt. I have to be ready to help them."She studies me for a long moment before she finally nods."Alright. But you have to take it easy. No pushing yourself too hard."We start with something small.A cut on her palm. I touch it and let the warmth flow through me. The wound closes up easily."Again." She makes another cut, this time deeper.I place my hand on it. The warmth comes slowly this time, hesita
Selena's POVHours have passed since the war council wrapped up, but the maps still lie scattered across the table, weighed down by stones and marked with arrows and X's. Damian hasn't budged from his seat. He’s been staring at a particular spot on the map for what feels like twenty minutes.I watch him from the doorway. The fire’s almost out, and the room is dim except for the flickering candlelight. He looks worn out, older than he actually is."Damian."He glances up. "You should be sleeping.""And so should you."He rubs his face. "I can't. Every time I shut my eyes, all I see are them. Lucas. Viktor. The rogues."I walk over to him, taking his hand. "Come to bed.""I need to—""You need to rest." I pull him to his feet. "You can't lead if you're running on empty."He follows me, but his steps are heavy. I guide him out of the war room, down the hall, and into our bedroom. The c
Maya's POVThe scout is breathing hard, his face pale and hands trembling.I found him at the eastern gate, hunched over, sweat pouring down his face. He’d been running all night without a break.“Report.” My voice comes out sharper than I intended.He straightens up. “Rogues. Hundreds of them. Gathering in the valley east of the Bloodmoon border.”Chills run down my spine. “Hundreds?”“Maybe more. They’re organized, armored. Someone’s leading them.”I grip his arm. “Who?”He swallows hard. “Lucas Ahearn. And another Alpha. They’re calling him Viktor.”Lucas. He was supposed to be in council custody, locked away, forgotten. But of course, Elena has her people everywhere. It shouldn’t shock me that he escaped.“Where’s Alpha?”“In the war room.” I let his arm go. “Get food and water. Rest up. I’ll take care of this.”He nods, stumbling off toward the kitchens. I take off running.---The war room is located at the back of the pack house, with windows facing north and maps sprawled acros
Damian's POVI'm in the kitchen when Maya walks in.She stops and stares at Selena, who's sitting at the table with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies. Her belly is definitely round now. It’s noticeable. She’s been wearing loose shirts, but today she’s in something fitted, and there’s no hiding it.Maya's mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.“Selena.”Selena looks up. “What?”Maya points at her stomach. “That.”Selena glances down. “What about it?”“How many months it’s been?”“Four months. Almost five.”Maya’s eyes go wide. “Four months?”“That’s what Greta said.”Maya crosses the room and stands right in front of her. “Selena, I’ve seen pregnant women. I’ve helped deliver babies. Four months doesn’t look like that.”Selena blushes. “It’s twins.”Maya stares, first at her, then at her stomach, and back up at her face.“Twins.”“Twins.”Maya plops down hard on the bench across from her. “You’re having twins.”“That’s what I said.”“And you didn’t think to mention this earlier?”







