The pup in Quinn’s arms was still Rowan. But something about the way his eyes didn’t focus—how his body went too still, too quiet—sent an instinctual chill down Quinn’s spine.
Rowan didn’t sleep like this. Rowan never went silent like this.
And he was burning up.
Jace paced just a few feet away, his hands flexing open and closed. A storm behind his eyes. His Alpha instinct was screaming, but so was something deeper. Older.
The part of him that had touched Kaelen in the soul-forge.
“We need to wake him,” Quinn whispered, brushing damp hair from Rowan’s brow. “We need to bring him back.”
But Jace didn’t move closer. He was staring at their son with a haunted expression.
“He’s not gone.”
“What?”
Jace swallowed. “He’s still in there, I can feel it. But so is he. Kaelen. Whatever versi
