Elena
*****Guest House — Silverfang Territory
Early Dawn*****
Finn finally slept.
Not the restless kind that came from nightmares or exhaustion, but the deep, unnatural sleep of a body that had burned through something it wasn’t meant to touch yet. His breathing was slow and heavy against my chest, warm and steady, like an anchor holding me in place. Every rise and fall of his small chest felt like a promise that he was still here.
That he hadn’t broken himself.
One of my hands stayed buried in his hair, fingers gently combing through soft curls that were still faintly warm with leftover power. My other arm wrapped around Fia, who lay curled tightly against my side, her small body stiff in a way that didn’t match sleep.
She hadn’t spoken.
Not once.
And that silence frightened me m
