The carriage rolled through the gates of Mooncrest just as the sun crested the mountains.
Aria stirred from a light sleep, her hand moving instinctively to her stomach. There was a movement, a gentle flutter, as if welcoming her home. Across from her, Rowan was already awake, his golden eyes soft as he watched her.
"We're here," he said.
We're home, Nova murmured, her voice warm and steady beneath Aria's ribs. I can feel the pack. They're waiting for us.
The carriage stopped. Outside, she could hear the familiar sounds, warriors calling greetings, servants rushing to take the horses, the distant clang of Gretta's pots from the kitchen. Home.
Rowan helped her down from the carriage. "You should rest. It's been a long journey."
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"You're pregnant and you've been
