Chapter 12 — The Shadow That Watches
The night does not feel peaceful.
Even with the pack settling, even with the moon calm and silver instead of red, something crawls beneath Lyra’s skin—an unease that will not rest.
She feels it while feeding the baby by the hearth.
She feels it when the wind shifts outside the den.
She feels it most when Kael is not touching her.
The bond hums constantly now, stronger than before, threaded with something new—protectiveness so fierce it almost hurts.
“She hasn’t stopped crying,” Lyra murmurs, rocking their daughter gently.
Kael kneels beside her, his large hand cupping the baby’s head with surprising softness. “She senses it too.”
“Senses what?” Lyra asks quietly.
Kael’s jaw tightens. “That we are being watched.”
Lyra’s heart skips. “Selene?”
