TREVOR’S POV
We were back.
The vacation was over, and we had gone back to the palace. The trip had been everything I hoped it would be for the kids. The triplets laughed more than I’d seen in weeks, especially around Brianna. She’d been different out there. She felt warmer, lighter, freer. There was life in her again. She had back her spark I feared had gone out for good after everything.
But now, back home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace we’d had was… fragile. Too fragile.
I paced the corridor outside the East Wing for the third time in an hour, running a hand through my hair. My wolf was pacing restlessly in my chest. For some reason, I wasn’t settled and I had no idea why
Something was off.
I hadn’t truly slept since our return. Maybe I was paranoid. Maybe I was being
