Seraphina's POV
"I'm not ready to lose them to this," I whispered, as the tears I'd been holding back finally started spilling over. "I'm not ready for the 'storm'."
"Then we fight it together," Nate said. His hand finally covered mine. His skin was rough, scarred, and cold; the heat of the Alpha was truly gone. But his grip was steady. "Not as a pack, but as parents. As two people who messed up a long time ago and are trying to get one thing right.
I didn't pull my hand away. In the dark the kitchen, with my children fractured upstairs and a literal god waking up beneath our feet, Nate's hand was the only thing that felt solid.
"If you break their hearts again, Nathaniel," I threatened, my voice thick with tears.
"I know," he said. "The mountain won't have to kill me. You'll do it yourself."
