"Almost there," Kieran said as we climbed the stairs to the room we'd shared before my capture—before everything went sideways.
The room had completely transformed. The king bed remained, but beside it stood an intricately crafted wooden cradle lined with what looked like the softest blankets in existence. Blackout curtains covered the windows, and a comfortable rocking chair waited in the corner. Everything smelled of pack—of safety.
"The cradle was my grandfather's," Emily explained, hovering as Kieran helped me to the bed. "All the Harvest children sleep in it first. It's tradition."
"It's perfect." I fought back unexpected tears. Damn hormones. "All of it."
A soft knock announced Julie, Kieran's sister, carrying what looked like a very professional medical bag. Up close, the resemb
