For a heartbeat, River nearly broke. Nearly confessed everything—the Witch, the threats, the gnawing terror clawing at her heart for her unborn child. But she held herself together with the same steel she had always clung to.
“I am well,” she said softly, her hand brushing instinctively against her stomach. “I am stronger than I thought I could be. And I am not alone.”
Cara studied her for a long moment, her sharp eyes searching. Finally, she smiled faintly. “No… you are not. And perhaps that is what makes you most dangerous of all.”
River blinked. “Dangerous?”
The Luna chuckled under her breath, giving River’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Yes. The Court may underestimate you, child. They may whisper ‘Omega’ as though it means weakness. But I see it now. You are no shadow to your mate’s
