Old ways and prophecy...

Selene POV

The room was suffocating with tension. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that it drowned out the baby's soft cries and the murmur of the wind outside the nursery window. Noah and Kragen stood like two wolves ready to rip each other apart, both fueled by their own reasons, their own justifications. And I was in the middle, torn between loyalty and confusion, love and duty.

"Kragen," I started, my voice steady, though my heart was anything but. "Whatever it is, it can wait."

He didn't even flinch. His eyes, stormy and urgent, were locked on mine, and for a brief moment, I could feel the depth of his emotions. He was scared — something was terribly wrong, and I could sense it. But I couldn't ignore Noah's palpable anger, the way his hands flexed into fists at his sides, or the low growl building in his throat. They were both alphas in their own right, and the air between them buzzed with unspoken challenges.