Alex POV
Morning sunlight spilled softly across my room, warm and golden — but warmth didn’t ease the tightness in my chest. It didn’t erase the prophecy. It didn’t silence the fear that someone out there wanted us dead.
I sat up slowly, letting the memories of the night before settle around me like fog. Dad’s words. The prophecy. Our parents. The shadow watching from the woods.
And Mason.
Always Mason.
I pulled on jeans and a sweater, trying to ground myself. But even mundane things felt different now — heavier. My fingers brushed over the silver bracelet resting on my nightstand. Mason gave it to me before everything changed. Before the mate bond became something sharp and confusing.
I slipped it on anyway.
Because even if everything else in my life was unraveling, he had always f
