Amelia’s POV
The house is quiet, the children tucked safely in their beds, their gentle breaths a lullaby that normally eases the tension in my chest. But tonight, nothing feels calm. My thoughts refuse to settle. Elsa’s presence lingers, invisible yet potent, like a storm hovering just beyond the horizon. Even after the pack has dispersed, even after I thought I could breathe freely, I feel her gaze slicing through the shadows, sharp and deliberate, as if she is studying me, measuring me, waiting for a crack in my composure.
I pace the living room slowly, hands brushing over the backs of the chairs, feeling the polished wood beneath my fingers. My eyes keep darting toward the hallways, toward the faint shadows where I know Elsa moves silently. Tonight, the pregnancy announcement was mea
