The warehouse was quiet now, but the silence felt like a living thing, tense, expectant, heavy. Every creak of metal, every distant shout from the city below made me flinch. The chaos outside hadn’t stopped; the riots were still raging, the streets still aflame. But inside, we had to move carefully. One wrong step, one stray alert, and the council could find us, or worse, catch the twins before they were born.
Damian crouched near the doorway, scanning the alley with eyes that missed nothing. His presence was constant, protective, unwavering. Even after everything we’d been through, after the pit, the serum-maddened alphas, the revelations about my mother and the Lunar Veil program, he was my anchor. I stayed close to him, my hand resting on my stomach. The twins stirred as if they could
