Kiera's P.O.V.
The celebration turned to murmurs, then a heavy, suffocating silence.
I adjusted my hold on our son, my body moving before my mind could catch up. Instinct told me to protect, to shield him from whatever—or whoever—was about to shatter the moment.
Damian’s body tensed beside me, his head tilting slightly, tracking the movement of the figure stepping forward. The air around him shifted, his wolf still near the surface, ready to fight again if necessary.
I turned my gaze to the intruder.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. An air of confidence that came too easily, like they had no fear of walking into an enemy's den.
Who the hell was he?
The gathered wolves adjusted their stances, warriors moving subtly into position. They felt the shift too—the sudden wrongness in the air. Whoeve
