Reina’s POV
Morning arrives far too quickly.
The soft glow of dawn filters through the massive windows of our chamber, casting golden hues across the room. Kyle’s arms are wrapped tightly around me, his warmth seeping into my skin, grounding me. For a moment, I allow myself to savor this calm before the storm.
But the moment is fleeting.
The weight of reality settles over me like a heavy cloak. War is coming. Luke has made his move, aligning himself with forces that seek to erase werewolves from existence. And though I know Kyle and I are stronger than ever, the threat looms like a shadow, waiting to strike.
I shift slightly, my gaze lifting to Kyle’s face. Even in sleep, his brow is furrowed, his jaw tense, as if even his dreams refuse to offer him peace.
I reach up, gently tracing
