"Good morning," Ryker's voice came from behind her, soft and reassuring.

She turned to see him standing in the doorway, his hair still tousled from sleep. Despite the gravity of the day ahead, his presence brought her a sense of calm.

"Morning," she replied, offering him a small smile.

Ryker crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," she admitted, resting her head against his chest. "But ready. We have to protect our home."

"We will," he said firmly, his hands gently rubbing her back. "We have a strong pack and a solid plan. We'll face whatever comes together."

Aria nodded,...