The moon hung high over the pack house, casting its soft silver glow across the walls and bathing the rooms in a light that felt both holy and familiar. Everything had settled—for now. The children were asleep, the air was calm, and for the first time in weeks, the world outside felt far away.

*Lucien & Aria*

Lucien had just returned from checking on the border, his scent laced with pine and wind. Aria stood by the window in one of his oversized shirts, the fabric hugging her thighs. Her hair spilled down her back, wild and free, and her gaze softened the moment he entered.

“You should be resting,”...