Freyah.
Only a few hours remained before the full moon would rise.
The entire palace was quiet, but that silence was not peace... it was the stillness before something monumental.
I stood in the center of Prince Logan’s chamber, tightly holding Gillian’s hand. Our son slept peacefully in an ancient cradle made of silver and enchanted wood... an heirloom passed down through the queens of our bloodline for generations.
I took a deep breath.
It was time.
Hand in hand, we stepped toward the chamber door. Slowly, we released our power... the golden light flowing from my blood and the commanding Alpha presence radiating from Gillian.
Our energies met in the air.
Gold and silver.
Light and power.
“Are you ready?” Gillian asked softly but firmly.
I looked at him.
In his eyes I saw the
