After Seraphina left Lyra with a hug and a promise to pry more details from her later about whatever was blossoming between her and Ronan, I headed back to our cabin with a light heart. The dedication ceremony had gone beautifully, and seeing Lyra finally acknowledging her feelings for Ronan had filled me with hope. With all the darkness surrounding us, these moments of joy felt precious beyond measure.
I pushed open the door to find Kaelen already inside, gently rocking Rhys to sleep. The sight of my powerful mate cradling our tiny son against his chest never failed to make my heart clench with emotion.
"He's almost out," Kaelen whispered as I approached. "The excitement was a bit much for him."
I stroked Rhys's silky hair, his eyelids fluttering as he fought sleep. "For a baby with so much destiny on his shoulders, he still can't stay awake past eight o'clock."
"Thank the Goddess for small mercies," Kaelen replied with a smile. "I'll put him down."
