**Kael's point of view**
The silence in our rooms was a real thing that was thick and hard to breathe. It had a taste, like the bitter ash of burned bridges and fears that weren't spoken. Lyra had taken Kenny to the nursery next door, and her leaving was a silent accusation. The sound of my own roar still seemed to shake the stone walls. I had never yelled at her like that before. The control I was proud of, the unshakable core of the Alpha, had broken under the weight of one terrible truth: I was afraid of my own son.
No. Not of *him*. Never of the boy who looked me in the eye and laughed when I threw him in the air. I was scared of the power that was growing inside of him, a power that was as basic and unbreakable as the tides. A power that could tear apart the fragile tapestry I had w
