CIAN
The evening sun caught the edges of the courtyard stones, turning them amber. I stood beside my mother on one of the garden benches, watching the main gate where Elder Moira would soon arrive. My mother’s hands rested in her lap, fingers laced together in a way that looked peaceful but probably wasn’t. The cast on her leg gleamed white against her dark dress.
It had mostly healed. But Thorne had to be dramatic about it.
"I’m happy everything turned out fine at the end."
Her voice carried that particular lightness people used when they were trying to convince themselves as much as anyone else. I glanced at her, taking in the faint bruises still visible along her jawline. Age did that, but she did not seem to remotely give a fuck, given the way she held herself.
"Right."
The word came out flat. I tried not to think about Lily of the Valley. Tried not to think about Alpha Wenzel and whatever the hell Aldric had sent him. Tried not to think about Lysander and the provisions Fia’s mother, Muna, had supposedly made. The not-thinking wasn’t working particularly well.
My mother shifted her weight, grimacing slightly when her leg protested the movement.
If she was not completely healed by morning, I would have to do a selfish thing and ask Fia for a hand.
"I heard from Moira even that the heat season will come soon."
I looked at her. "How soon?"
"Two days max. Well, night is nearly here. So technically one day."
I nodded slowly, processing that. The heat season always complicates things. The biological imperative hit harder than people wanted to admit, especially for mated pairs. For Omegas, it could be brutal. And Fia was pregnant.
My mother continued before I could voice the concern forming in my mind.
"Fia is with child, and it can get rough given she is an Omega. I believe you two should go on a honeymoon of sorts. Get away from pack politics and responsibilities for a while. Let her body adjust to the pregnancy without all this stress, and of course, chain yourself down should you lose control from her pheremones."
The suggestion landed with surprising weight. A honeymoon. The idea felt almost absurdly normal given everything that had happened in the past few days. Valentine dead. Aldric destroyed. My mate, having faced down monsters and emerged victorious through power, I still didn’t fully understand.
"I was going to bring that up with her," I admitted. "Though I reckon Fia will survive me. She has survived worse."
Mother gave me a look before she spoke. "I will admit that it is my fault. I said too much."
That did take a chuckle out of me.
The truth was, I had been thinking about it since yesterday. About taking Fia somewhere quiet and safe. This place would be a mess when heat season came. Good, of course. But Fia was a born Omega, and they happened to have the most tantalizing pheremones. We needed an out of this pack for mostly her safety. Where we could both breathe without waiting for a sudden and avoidable disaster to crash through our lives.
My mother smiled. It transformed her face and made her look younger despite the injuries.
"Good. I was so scared for her, you know. When I saw Aldric there, when that girl attacked and threw me through the window..." She paused, swallowing hard. "I thought we were all going to die. That he would win. But it’s clear the goddess is on her side and in doing so, also on our side."
The conviction in her voice caught me off guard. My mother had always been devout, but this went deeper. This sounded like someone who had witnessed a miracle and couldn’t quite process what it meant.
Movement at the gate drew my attention. Elder Moira walked toward us with that measured pace healers and spiritual leaders seemed to cultivate. Her beautiful fully grey hair caught the light, and the ceremonial robes she wore marked her position clearly. She stopped a respectful distance away and bowed.
"I heard you needed my help."

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