Chapter 415: Mother’s Worries

Astrid's POV

The wind howled against the Packhouse walls, carrying an unnatural chill that seeped into my bones.

The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light casting long shadows through the windows.

I sat in the corner of Ryker and Elara's shared room, my knees pulled to my chest, watching their small forms rise and fall with each breath.

They looked so peaceful. So unaware of the storm brewing around them.

Killian had insisted I get some rest, but the thought of leaving them alone-even with the guards stationed outside the room-was unbearable.

Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind, sent a jolt of paranoia through me.

"You're not helping them by running yourself into the ground," Killian's voice came softly from the doorway.

I looked up to find him leaning against the frame, his arms crossed. His golden eyes, usually so fierce, softened as they met mine.

"They're just kids, Killian," I whispered, my voice trembling. "They don't deserve to be part of this war."

Killian stepped into the room, his boots making almost no sound on the wooden floor.

"I know," he said, sitting down beside me. "But they're also our kids. And that makes them strong."

I glanced at Ryker, his small hand clutching the edge of his blanket. Elara stirred

in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent before settling again.

"They shouldn't have to be strong," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. "They should be safe."

Killian reached out, his hand covering mine.

doubled the guards around the Packhouse. Ryder is organizing rotations to ensure there's

I said, shaking my head. "Ardan doesn't fight

"Then we'll find a way to stop him before he

to believe him, but the weight of Cedric's

king always

for my children, of him using their blood for his twisted goals, made my stomach

I said finally, my voice

fought through every battle that's come my way. But when it comes to our children..." My voice cracked, and I

to them. I won't survive it if something happens to

his golden eyes softening as he

me.

weak. You're their mother. That kind of love— it's

my head, my voice trembling. "But I'm scared, Killian.

he interrupted, his tone firm. "Astrid, you've been

not good for you. For them. They need you to

away. "I'm trying," I whispered. "But the thought of losing them... it terrifies

thumbs brushing against my cheeks. "Listen to

them. I'll protect you. With everything I have. But you have to trust me.

touch. "I trust you," I said quietly. "I

nodded, his golden eyes hardening. "Neither do I. That's why we'll stop him before

other when the heavy door creaked open. Both of us turned toward it, and to my surprise,

she was still wearing the simple robe she must

spoke of sleepless nights, but her expression was calm

stepping forward. "What are

she said softly, her gaze flicking between me and

Cedric said, and... I had to see them. To make

the tremor in my voice betrayed me. "Killian has already increased the guards, and Ryder is overseeing

She stepped closer,

you worry. I couldn't sit in my

said nothing, stepping back

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