Zade's Pov

The wound Caspian gave me had almost closed, but it still burned when I moved too quickly. I stood on the balcony anyway, refusing to let weakness show. Pain meant nothing. Pain was just a reminder that I was still alive.

Below me, Draven’s pack moved about. Warriors trained. Maids rushed across the grounds with baskets and pitchers. And somewhere in one of those houses, Liam was being cared for by the women Draven had assigned. I made sure of it. He was watched day and night.

My son.

The thought tightened my chest, but I shoved the feeling down. Affection was a distraction. What I needed wasn’t...