Everything felt wrong from the moment Rashel opened her eyes that morning. Unshakeable tension clung to the air, an electric warning that made the hair on her arms stand. She checked on Kael first, as always, watching him sleep peacefully in a tangled pile of blankets and stuffed wolves.
The rhythmic sound of his breathing grounded her for a moment, but it couldn’t ease the sense of danger gnawing at her; she felt shivers run down her spine. Because of this, she decided she would work from home, refusing to leave Kael at home or take him out of the house.
Downstairs, she poured coffee and reviewed the surveillance feeds from the night. Jethro’s guards reported nothing unusual, but she didn’t believe in coincidences. Instinct told her not to let her guard down and to prepare for anything.
