Nathaniel
The warmth of the pack house surrounded us as Liam and I left the nursery. The sight of Rose awake, holding Aurora as if she were the most precious thing in the world, had left a lingering sense of peace in my chest. It was a moment we had all needed, a reminder that even after the darkest storms, there could still be light.
The hallways were quiet, the faint sound of distant conversations drifting through the space. Liam walked beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets, his expression thoughtful. For a man who rarely held back his thoughts, his silence now was unusual. I glanced over, noting the faint furrow in his brow, the way his lips pressed together as if he were weighing something heavy.
“You’ve been quiet,” I said, breaking the silence. I nudged him lightly with my
