Evaline:
Lioren's little hand twitched in his sleep, his fingers curling into a tiny fist before relaxing again. His soft breathing filled the quiet room, steady and peaceful, and I couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at my lips.
Carefully, I adjusted the small blanket over his chest and brushed my fingers through his silky silver hair. He looked so much like Kieran when he slept - it was almost unfair how beautiful the two of them were.
I stayed there for a moment longer, just watching my son. After everything that had happened last night, seeing him safe and warm felt like a blessing I didn't deserve. The memory of the rogue attack still lingered at the back of my mind - the smell of blood, the sound of River's growl tearing through the forest, the sheer panic that had nearly frozen me in place.
But now, with the late morning sunlight spilling gently through the curtains and the soft hum of quiet safety surrounding us, the world almost felt calm again.
Almost.
