Grayson guided Leia gently to the bed, while Renzo pulled out a chair and sat nearby, his presence steady but watchful.
"I met your mother, Anisha, at the height of my power," Grayson began, his voice softened by memory. "She was born an omega, that's why you carry the same rank. But that doesn't matter, Leia. What matters is that you're alive. And you resemble her so much." A warm smile touched his lips, though his eyes told how much he missed his mate.
Leia lowered her gaze, then looked up with quiet insistence. "But my wolf's eyes… They're like yours."
Her tone faltered as she went on. "I had a nightmare a few days ago and even last night. In it, I heard people screaming… There were flames everywhere. My mother was holding me so tightly. It felt real like I had truly been there."
Renzo's expression darkened. He shifted his gaze toward his brother. "Wasn't that… the night our clan was attacked? Leia was only six months old then."
