Klaus’s POV
The moment we returned through the portal and stepped onto Blackwood, I knew there would be no rest—not yet. The entire courtyard still trembled from the surge of magic that had brought us home. Warriors were stunned, staring at us as if we had crawled out of a legend rather than a battlefield. The air smelled of singed earth and cold steel, the kind of scent that clung after near-disaster.
I couldn’t afford to let them stand frozen.
“Omegas,” I barked, my voice sharp enough to cut through the haze. “Prepare guest rooms—every chamber in the east wing. Those who came with me will rest tonight.”
The omega staff jumped to life, nodding quickly, rushing to gather fresh linens, water, and all the little comforts the wounded and weary needed. My people. Efficient. Loyal. And righ
