Selene POV
The nursery was quiet now, except for the soft, rhythmic breathing of our newborn son. The peace in the room was a stark contrast to the storm brewing outside these walls. Kragen had left to make arrangements for our departure, but the tension remained, settling deep in my chest. I could still feel the weight of Noah's arms around me, but even his touch couldn't chase away the anxiety gnawing at me.
Noah had been silent since I'd decided to leave. He was brooding, his body tense with barely contained frustration. I knew he hated the idea of me leaving, of abandoning our pack. He was a Lycan and—retreating wasn't in his nature.