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.

the Packhouse. Ryder is organizing rotations to ensure there's no lapse in

my head. "Ardan doesn't fight fair. He'll find

tightening. "Then we'll find a way to stop him before he gets the

the weight of Cedric's words

rogue king always gets what he

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

always been strong, Killian," I said finally, my voice barely

every battle that's come my way. But when it comes to our children..." My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard, forcing the words

be strong. I'm weak when it comes to them. I

his golden

me.

their mother. That kind of love— it's not weakness.

I'm scared, Killian. What

won't," he interrupted, his tone firm. "Astrid, you've been worrying so much, and I

constant fear-it's not good for you. For them. They need you to be

trying,"

my cheeks. "Listen

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

my eyes, leaning into his touch. "I trust you," I said quietly. "I just... I

why we'll stop him before he gets close. I promise you, Astrid, he'll never

of us turned toward it, and to

hair was pulled back hastily, and she was still wearing the simple robe she

of sleepless

stepping forward. "What are

to check on the children," she said

thinking about everything Cedric said, and... I had to see them.

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

know," Asha said, her voice gentle but firm. She stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on my

I know how much you worry. I couldn't sit in my room

softened, but he said nothing, stepping

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