[Araya's POV]
Sleep doesn't come easily that night.
Araya lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, Ronan's words echoing in her mind.
"Forget him. Be mine. And I'll raise the pup as my own."
Her hand rests on her belly, feeling the subtle movements of the baby inside. The child is getting stronger, more active. Sometimes Araya swears she can feel tiny kicks against her palm.
Ronan's offer is tempting. So tempting it terrifies her.
He's offering everything she thought she wanted. Protection. Strength. A family for her child. A place to belong.
But can she trust it? Can she trust him?
Araya's eyes finally grow heavy. Exhaustion pulls her under, dragging her into sleep.
And into nightmares.
Araya stands in the courtyard of Ironfang Keep. But something is wrong. The air is thick with smo
