Aria’s POV
“Who is asking for the baby?” we both said in sync.
“Come outside first,” Damian replied, his voice unusually guarded.
Kael reached for my hand instantly, and I could feel how tense his grip was. I nodded at him, and we followed Damian through the narrow hallway of his safehouse. My heart thudded in my chest, confused and afraid. We hadn’t told anyone about the baby. Who could’ve found us here?
The front door creaked open, letting in a gust of morning wind. On the porch stood a wolf, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a long traveling coat. He looked older than Kael, maybe in his thirties, with short-cropped black hair, thick brows, and piercing brown eyes that held a familiar weight.
He stepped forward slowly. “Aria.”
I flinched hearing my name. It sounded strange coming
