LENA'S POV:
The room felt quiet, too quiet, with only the soft creak of wood and the gentle breathing of my child as I rocked him in my arms. He stirred slightly, his tiny fists clenching at the air as I hummed a lullaby, trying to ease the rising tension in my chest.
But I know something wasn’t right.
I clutched him closer, my heart quickening. There was a strange presence in the air, one I couldn’t explain, but I could feel it deep in my bones. My body instinctively shifted, muscles tensing as if preparing for a threat I couldn’t yet see. I glanced at Claire, who stood beside me.
"Do you feel that?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, not wanting to wake the child.
Claire’s head snapped toward me, her expression hardening. She was always the strong one, unyielding, but I could see
