The pale morning light filtering through the curtains didn't match my mood. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to calm my racing heart as I prepared for what was coming. Today I would venture back into my past—deeper than ever before—in search of answers that had been hidden from me my entire life.
"You don't have to do this today," Lyra said from the doorway, concern etched across her face. "You only just connected with Kaelen in your dream last night. Maybe you should rest."
I shook my head, smoothing down the simple blue dress I'd chosen. "I can't wait. Every day brings us closer to war, closer to Rhys's birth. I need to understand what happened to me—why those priests bound my wolf and my powers."
My hand drifted to my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kick of my son. Rhys Thorne. The name felt right, powerful. A name worthy of the future we were fighting for.
"At least Kaelen is safe," Lyra offered. "That's one worry off your mind."
