SERAPHINA’S POV
Later that night, after the children had been herded toward bed and the packhouse had quieted, exhaustion should have dragged me under instantly.
Instead, restlessness vibrated beneath my skin like static.
Nightfang had mostly settled outside. The distant sounds of guards changing shifts drifted through the air, along with the soft rustle of trees moving with the wind.
I stood barefoot at the balcony railing outside our room, staring at the moon hanging massive and silver above the forest.
Something pulsed within me in quiet rhythm with it, and Alina paced restlessly beneath my ribs.
Not distressed.
Almost like…anticipation.
I heard the bathroom door open inside the room, and a few seconds later, the balcony door opened.
I glanced back as Kieran stepped out, drying his damp hair with a towel slung loosely around his shoulders.
He stopped the moment he looked at me, gaze flicking once toward the moon overhead before returning to me.
