**Chase’s POV**
I couldn’t close my eyes.
The house was too quiet. The triplets’ soft breathing drifted down the hall like a lullaby I didn’t deserve. Every time I tried to lie still, Dmitri’s taunting video looped in my head—his yellow eyes, the promise of blood. The mutilated deer. The carved warnings on the trees. My wolf paced inside me, claws scraping ribs, demanding I shift, run, fight now. But I stayed human. Barely.
I slipped out of bed around three, barefoot on the cold hardwood, and padded to the nursery door. It was cracked open, a thin stripe of moonlight spilling out.
Amelia was there.
She sat in the rocking chair between the three small beds, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around herself. She wasn’t sleeping either. Just watching them—Jaden sprawled like he owned the mattr
