Kieran freezes, one hand still on the door, eyes burning gold. “Sienna, you just—”
“I know,” I cut in, voice hoarse but steady. “I’m a new mother, not dead. And right now our pack needs a Luna who thinks, not just one who bleeds.”
Tabitha and Isla slip into the chamber behind Rowena, their faces pale but determined. Tabitha still has dried blood on her sleeve from helping during the birth. Isla carries a tablet, already pulling up maps like the brilliant strategist she’s becoming.
I shift Callum higher against me and meet Kieran’s gaze. “The Architects and Savannah are hitting us from three sides because they’re terrified of what Callum represents. A hybrid who can bridge worlds. But fear is a weapon we can turn against them.”
I gesture for the tablet. Isla hands it over quickly.
“My
