Natalia’s POV
The fire had been burning low for a while now. Andrei and I sat on the sofa together in the dying light, watching as Max and Jane slept peacefully between us. Max was curled up on my lap, his raven hair silky beneath my fingertips. Jane was dozing with her head on Andrei’s shoulder, still holding the wooden horse toy she had been playing with earlier.
For a little while, everything was peaceful.
I treasured these moments with my family above all else. For a few minutes each night, when it was just the three of us, our bellies full from dinner and our skin warmed by the fire, I could forget about the outside world.
Here, in our home—our home, because that was what Moonshadow had finally become once more—there were no rogues. No weapons. No fighting. No fear.
Here, it coul
