Morning arrived without softness.The first light filtered through the narrow windows in thin strips, pale and cold against the wooden floor, but the warmth it usually carried did not follow. The pack stirred outside in familiar rhythms—boots moving across packed earth, low voices exchanging instructions, the distant clang of metal against metal—but inside the healer’s quarters, the air remained heavy, still thick with the scent of herbs and yesterday’s fear.I had not slept.Not truly.I had rested against the wall for a few hours at most, eyes closing only when exhaustion forced them shut, but even then my mind had remained alert, listening to every shift in Kane’s breathing, every small movement Selena made in her sleep. Leadership had taught me vigilance long ago, but fatherhood had sharpened it into something deeper—something that refused to loosen even when the danger had passed.Kane stirred first.It began with a slight shift beneath the blankets, a tightening along his brow,
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