Lilly POV
I opened our bedroom door precisely at six-thirty in the morning, and the reality of our new normal hit me before I even reached the kitchen for coffee. Cillian was already up and out early this morning. He had left at 5:00am for an early start to the day.
Standing in the dim hallway of our third-floor suite were two burly pack warriors dressed in tactical black. Their arms were crossed over broad chests, their eyes sharp and vigilant. As soon as the wood swung open, both pairs of amber irises locked onto me.
"Morning, Luna Lilly," the taller one grunted, dipping his head in a clipped, formal nod. "We’re assigned to escort you to your vehicle and shadow you on pack-grounds today."
My stomach performed a sick little twist. Luna Lilly. This was the first time I had heard someon
