Who was here? Who dared trespass on our territory and upset our Luna?

Amara's POV

The mansion was cloaked in the soft, fading light of evening, the shadows deepening in the corners of the grand rooms. I was still standing by the kitchen counter, the cool marble a stark contrast to the persistent tremor in my hands and the frantic beat of my heart. The shattered glass from earlier lay swept into a dustpan by my feet, a silent testament to the raw fear that had gripped me. My carefully constructed composure felt fragile, like a house of cards on the brink of collapse.

Then, the familiar sound of the front door opening echoed through the quiet space.

Their presence hit me before I even heard their voices—the bond humming to life with an almost violent intensity, warm and fierce, wrapping around me like a living shield. It was a stark reminder of their power, their unwavering connection, and the overwhelming responsibility I felt to protect them, even from themselves.

Jaxon was the first to appear in the kitchen doorway, his powerful frame filling the