KIERAN’S POV
Whatever tempest Celeste was trying to whip around me, it all faded at the thought of my son.
“Daniel,” I answered, my voice softening despite the tension still clawing through the room.
“Dad!” His words tumbled out, breathless and excited. “I need your help. I’m in the kitchen and I think I almost got it right this time, but—well, there’s one thing missing.”
I blinked, confusion tugging my brows together. “Missing from what?”
“The elixir!” he declared, as though I should’ve known, waving his hands for emphasis, hair sticking up from the number of times he must have dragged his fingers through it. “The one from Dr. Ainsworth’s notes—the energizing drink for wolves. I found it in Grandpa’s library, and he was really famous for powerful potions even stronger than Alcanor’s.”
A chuckle rumbled through me, and I didn’t even flinch when a door upstairs slammed—courtesy of Celeste, no doubt.
