Kiera's P.O.V.
The house had never felt this full.
I stood at the stove, stirring the simmering stew, letting its warmth chase away the morning chill. Behind me, the table was more crowded than it had ever been.
Damian sat at the head, Caelum nestled securely in his arms. To his right was Lucian, relaxed but alert, his usual confidence laced with a quiet curiosity. Beside him was Rowan, still adjusting to being back among us, a mixture of tension and longing in his features. And beside Rowan—Raven.
She fit in easily, even if she wasn’t sure she belonged yet. She hadn’t said much, but her presence was steady, her sharp eyes taking everything in.
I set the fresh loaf of bread down in the center of the table and turned toward them, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You know, I don’t think thi
