15
Roark
I held Natalie in my arms as we gazed down on our sleeping son. My parents and Miranda were safe below, surrounded by two dozen guards. Commander Loris’ men were locked away, awaiting judgment. I would deal with them later, much later. Right now, I needed to stand silent in the peace and safety of my home, our home, and hold my mate.
Traveling from outpost to outpost the last few months had taken its toll on my body and my spirit. Home wasn’t a physical place. It was the people you loved. Seeing Noah asleep, his arms bent with his hands up by his ears, soothed my soul in a way I’d never expected.
This moment, with Natalie safe in my arms, looking down at the child we’d made, was a gift I would never take for granted. My mother would be pleased. My wanderlust was gone. There wa
