LENA'S POV:
I cradled my child, my fingers brushing through the baby’s soft curls. His warm body rested comfortably in my arms, his tiny breaths even and gentle. The pack house was peaceful tonight, the only sound coming from the crackling fire in the hearth.. I felt safe here, surrounded by the strength of the Blue Olive pack. This was home.
A quiet knock came at the door, breaking the silence. I turned my head, my eyes meeting the figure of Claire, one of the house maids, as she entered with a respectful bow of her head.
“Ma’am,” she said softly, her eyes flicking to the baby in my arms. "Do you need anything? Tea, perhaps?”
“No, thank you, Claire.” I offered a tired smile. “I’m fine for now. Has there been any word from Damien?”
Her expression turned slightly grave, and she shook h
