Damian's P.O.V.
The warmth of Kiera in my arms was the only thing keeping my mind from spiraling. The pack’s recent turmoil weighed heavily on me, but here, in the quiet of our bed, with her steady breaths against my chest, I found solace.
Until the knock came.
It was faint but firm, jarring in the stillness of the night. My wolf bristled as I sat up, careful not to disturb Kiera. I already knew who it was before I opened the door.
“Rowan,” I growled, keeping my voice low. His green eyes were shadowed, his jaw tight. “It’s the middle of the night. What do you want?”
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, his voice urgent. “I think Lila might use the child against you.”
My blood turned cold. “What child?” I asked slowly, feeling Kiera stir behind me.
Rowan’s eyes flicked to her. “The one she
