Danielle’s POV The tunnels for the next couple of hours no longer feel like refuge. For now, it feels like responsibility.Every breath I take carries weight now, the pack’s safety, Rhett’s absence, and the unbearable emptiness where my son should be.Kaelen’s nursery smells faintly of lavender and milk when I walk past it. That I never leave it anymore.His blanket is wrapped around my shoulders, my body curled beside the empty crib like proximity alone might bring him back.Silence fills the room when I walk in, no sleepy cries as usual. No tiny heartbeat fluttering against mine.This time, my wolf stirs beneath my skin the moment consciousness returns, and for a second something feels wrong.My hearing sharpens before I even turn. Footsteps echo through stone corridors two levels below, hurried, uneven.Running towards the Nursery. A knock slams against the nursery door.“Luna!”I’m already moving when William bursts inside. His breathing is heavy, his eyes sharp with urgency.“Th
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