Celina’s POV
THE MOMENT we stepped back onto Lucien’s estate after his release, I thought things would feel safe again. I thought home—our home, though I barely admitted it to myself—would be sanctuary enough to quiet the chaos the Council had stirred.
I was wrong.
The prophecy had sunk its claws into the pack like poison, seeping through walls, slipping under doors, whispered from wolf to wolf. Every servant, every guard, every guest who set foot on these grounds seemed to carry the same question in their eyes: What will happen to the child?
My child. Our child.
Lucien had been discharged only two days ago, his ribs still bound, his body stiff with half-healed wounds. And yet he carried himself with the same dangerous grace, the same unyielding steel that had made him Alpha long befo
