Chapter 290: The trap...
SelenePOV
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.
I sighed, leaning back against Noah’s chest, my mind racing with everything Kragen had revealed. The council... the prophecy... the idea that they saw me as a threat. It felt unreal, like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. But it was real, and the danger was closing in around us faster than I could comprehend.
"I should’ve seen this coming," Noah muttered, breaking the silence.
I glanced up at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"
He hesitated for a moment, his jaw tightening before he spoke. "There were four men... they came to the border a few days ago. They were asking about you."
I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "What?"
Noah nodded, his eyes dark and unreadable. "They showed up just beyond the boundary, late at night. Kurtis and I went to meet them. At first, they were just standing there, watching us like they were waiting for something—or someone. But when Kurtis asked what they wanted, they said they were there for a conversation. About you."
My stomach dropped. "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"Because I didn’t want to worry you," Noah said, his voice tight. "Not when we didn’t know what they wanted or who they were besides, you weren’t back home then."