Claire’s POV
The room was peacefully quiet after the children took another nap, their small hands still held onto me. I sat propped against the pillows, my body weak but my mind far too restless to rest.
The sleep took over me as well, even in my dream I remembered the memories of my parents, the sudden return of my wolf, the mark on my wrist, it all stayed in my mind like an unshakable fog.
The door opened again with a soft creak. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His strong presence entered the room with the glass of water and handed it to me. His voice was deep and commanding.
“Raven, you must have been thirsty.”
I looked at him nervously and took the glass “Thank you..” I finished the water in a few gulps.
I finally looked up, Gideon stood beside me. He looked tense,
