RYAN’S POVThe SUV rolled through the pack gates just after sunset, headlights cutting across familiar ground. My shoulders finally eased when the wards accepted us. Home modern steel fences, security lights, and hidden magic layered beneath it all this place was the only spot in the world where I could breathe without counting exits.Tasha sat beside me, her jaw tight, one hand pressed lightly against her side. The scent of blood still lingered beneath the antiseptic wipes I had used earlier. It wasn’t fresh anymore, but it wasn’t healed either.“You should’ve let me carry you.” I said as I parked.She shot me a look. “And have the entire pack panic? I’m fine.”Stubborn. Always.Inside the house, the low hum of the baby monitor hit my ears immediately. Our son’s scent followed warm milk, powder, and that faint pulse of pack magic he didn’t even know he carried yet. Relief flooded me so fast it made my chest ache.I locked the door and turned to Natasha. “Sit. Please.”This time, She
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