The pack house pulsed with tension as night approached. Warriors moved through the halls with urgency, preparing for the attack Selena had warned us about. The air felt heavy, charged, humming with anticipation.
But inside my room, everything was quiet.
Still.
Warm.
My mates had insisted I rest before the battle. Jonah and my mother were coordinating the final defensive lines, giving me a moment alone with the three wolves who had been my anchor long before I knew my true identity.
Jayden closed the door behind us, his expression soft but intense. “You’ve been carrying the weight of two packs today,” he said quietly. “You need a moment to breathe.”
Hayden stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just us. No strategy. No danger. No pressure.”
Kayden’s voice was low,
