DANTE
Sadie's hands frame my face in our bedroom's darkness, her touch carrying the particular electricity that comes before battle-born separation. Her power makes silver patterns beneath her skin—not healing light but something sharper, more necessary. The destruction she carries tastes like starlight and verdict.
"Come home in one piece." Her voice breaks slightly on the last word. "Winter needs her father. I need my mate. Our son needs to meet you when he's born."
"I promise."
"Don't promise what you can't control." Her thumb traces my cheekbone. "Just... be careful. Be smart. Be the Alpha who survived federal raids and territory wars."
I catch her hand, press it over my heart where she can feel the steady rhythm. "I'll bring them home. Every child. Every healer. Then I'll come ho
