The days after the wedding were the quietest Sasha had ever known.
Not because nothing was happening—there was always something happening at Haven. New hybrids arrived every week, seeking sanctuary, seeking hope. The council sent requests, demands, offers of alliance. The old families were gone, but their shadows lingered.
But Sasha finally felt at peace.
The nightmares had stopped. The fear had faded. The shadows had retreated. She woke each morning in Rhys's arms, her hand on her growing belly, and knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
She was married. She was having a baby. She was home.
Rhys woke beside her every morning, his arm around her waist, his hand on her belly.
"Good morning, wife," he said.
"Good morning, husband."
He kissed her. "I love waking up ne
