Amelia P.O.V
The first thing I felt was the pull.
Not the baby’s weight on my chest, not the forest floor beneath my knees, not the silver light dripping through the branches overhead.
The pull.
A steady, relentless tug deep in the center of my chest, like someone had hooked a thread through my ribs and was trying to reel me in.
Not you, I realized slowly.
Him.
The Guardian.
“Shea…” My voice came out hoarse. “He’s moving.”
My wolf pressed close, her fur brushing the inside of my mind like a steadying hand.
He hasn’t stopped since he felt you break, she said quietly. He’s following the bond. The Gate is using you both like… anchors.
The baby shifted in my arms, making a soft, unhappy sound. His tiny mark glowed faintly through the threadbare fabric, reflecting the same rhythm as
