Eloise' POVThe night of Thrace’s birthday was a sight to behold.The pack had truly outdone themselves—banners draped from every building, lanterns glowing against the dark sky, filling the air with a soft, golden light. Music echoed through the village, wolves dancing, laughing, celebrating the young heir’s second year of life.Thrace was at the center of it all, as he should be.Dressed in the finest fabrics, his dark curls bouncing as he ran through the crowd, his laughter as bright as the moon above us.He was loved. Cherished.Safe.I stood beside Trent, watching as my son reveled in the attention, unaware of the heavy burden placed upon his tiny shoulders."He looks happy," Trent murmured.I smiled softly. "He is happy.""For now," Trent added, his tone darkening slightly.I turned to him, frowning. "What’s that supposed to mean?"Trent sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing," he muttered. "Just—"The air shifted.A scent.A familiar scent.My blood ran cold.No.No.
Last Updated : 2026-01-05
