Damian's P.O.V.
The city stretched beyond the townhouse windows, its lights flickering against the dark sky like distant stars. It was nothing like the wild lands we once called home—nothing like the sprawling forests or the familiar scent of damp earth after the rain. But it was safe. Or at least, I had convinced myself it was.
Until tonight.
Until the woman in red knocked on our door and shattered the illusion.
I sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, head bowed in thought. Kiera had taken Caelum upstairs, but I could still hear her soft murmurs, the soothing way she sang to our son, as if love alone could protect him from whatever shadow loomed over us.
But love wasn’t enough.
I had spent years fighting, leading, shielding those I cared about from threats that lurked be
