Amelia’s POV
I woke up wrapped in warmth. Lucas was behind me, his arm draped over my waist, while Luke’s head rested on my chest. Their steady breathing and the faint forest scent surrounding me made me feel safe and content. The marks on my shoulders tingled slightly — a reminder of what happened last night. The claiming. The bond that now felt strong and alive inside me.
I smiled softly and kissed Luke’s forehead. For the first time in weeks, I felt peaceful. Whole.
But that peace didn’t last long.
A loud banging on the front door shattered the quiet morning. We all sat up at the same time. Lucas and Luke tensed immediately, their eyes flashing with alertness.
“Stay here,” Lucas said, already pulling on his pants.
But I knew that knock. It was aggressive. Familiar. My heart sank.
