Kiera's P.O.V.
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room. I stretched out in bed, feeling the comfort of the soft sheets against my skin. Beside me, Damian was still sleeping, his breath steady and deep. It had been a peaceful night—too peaceful, in fact.
I propped myself up on one elbow, watching him for a moment. His features were relaxed in slumber, the hard lines of the Alpha who ruled the pack softening in his sleep. I had to admit, it was nice. To feel safe. To have this moment of calm after everything we’d been through.
But the calm was unsettling. My work as a freelance investigator had taken a backseat during all the chaos, but now, with the pack house quiet, and the daily threats of attacks receding into the background, I
