Varg's POV

The cries of my babies pulled me from my thoughts, their wails slicing through the night. I turned toward Lyra, who rocked them desperately, trying to soothe them, but their sobs didn’t ease.

I knelt beside her, watching the way her red-rimmed eyes flickered up at me, filled with pain, fear… and doubt. It was as if she expected me to hurt them. And honestly, I couldn’t blame her. I hadn’t done enough to protect her before.

Gently, I reached for one of the babies. “I’m sorry, Lyra,” I murmured, lifting the tiny, trembling body into my arms.

The moment I did, the cries quieted. The baby’s red...