Kael's P.O.V
The two tiny figures, my own sons, stood before me like fierce guardians, their faces contorted in a mask of anger. "Stay away from my momma!" they roared in unison, their small bodies pushing against me with surprising force.
The raw emotion in their voices, a potent cocktail of fear and protectiveness, sent a jolt through me. I longed to reach out, to comfort them, but their hostility was a tangible barrier.
"Axl, please," I stammered, my voice thick with desperation. "Just listen to me for a moment."
"Stay away from her!" Daniel, the elder twin, lunged forward, his voice laced with a primal fury.
My mother, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, her touch calming on our son's shoulder. "Honey, he's your father," she soothed, her voice laced with a gentleness that belied t
