Gideons POV
The warmth of the pack house hit us the second I pushed open the heavy oak doors, carrying Sera tucked tightly against my chest. Her head rested in the crook of my neck, her soft breaths warm against my skin, completely exhausted from the toll of her shift.
Kane was still practically purring in the back of my mind. After months of carrying the silent terror that Lucian’s dark siphon had permanently broken her, seeing Vera out in the open—vibrant, fiery, and utterly stubborn—was a relief so profound it felt like taking my first real breath in a year. Kane was bursting with a fierce, possessive pride. Our mate. Our wolf.
I carried her upstairs to our quarters, stepping inside and using my foot to gently kick the door shut. The room was dim, the embers in the stone fireplace g
