** Paige’s POV **
The morning sun warms the wood beneath my bare feet, and Jaxon’s laughter drifts through the air as he chases a butterfly across the grass. It’s one of those rare, peaceful moments that feel as though time stops.
Ryder hands me a cup of coffee and settles beside me on the porch bench. His thigh brushes mine, solid and warm, and I lean into him. The night’s conversation with Ronnie still loops through my mind, over and over.
Descendants of the Moon Goddess. Pack mothers. Bloodlines that can shape the future of entire packs.
It still sounds impossible, and yet, everything about it feels… right.
“You didn’t sleep much,” Ryder says quietly, watching Jaxon dart through the sunlight.
“Neither did you,” I reply, giving him a knowing look.
He huffs softly, not denying it.
