Damian's P.O.V.
The air was thick with tension as the stranger approached, eyes fixed on the child. Caelum—the name that had been chosen with so much care and love—was already drawing attention, even from those who had no business being here.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease gnawing at me. This man—this stranger—wasn’t here for pleasantries. His gaze flickered from the pup to Kiera, his body language too controlled to be anything but deliberate. He was sizing us up, testing our resolve. And the fact that Kiera, still recovering from the birth, was so protective over Caelum, only made me more determined not to let anything happen to them.
He took another step closer, and I instinctively stood between him and my family. My posture was rigid, ready to react, but I kept my voice stead
