Kiera's P.O.V.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke up without a knot of tension twisting in my stomach. The sun filtered through the open windows of the ancient stone quarters Damian and I had been given, casting warm patterns on the floor. This place—the heart of werewolf lore—felt like stepping into another world, one far removed from the chaos we’d left behind.
Damian was still asleep, his face relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in weeks. I smiled, brushing a strand of his dark hair back, grateful for this reprieve. Here, we weren’t alpha and luna fighting for survival. Here, we were guests of honor, something precious to be nurtured.
The elders had been cryptic about the pup—our pup. A blessing and a curse. No matter how much we pressed, they refused to elaborate. "In t
