Life had been such a blur since she’d returned with her son. The frantic efforts of the pack to save him, the careful tending he required to heal, the strain it placed on her family, Kirain felt every bit of it. Guilt built in her chest day by day, heavy and aching, shame blooming for having failed those she loved. And while everyone assured her otherwise, she knew her mate and daughters were going without the love and attention they deserved. It was all Faolán, Faolán, Faolán. Even if no one minded, the thought still made her heart twist.

At Lestan’s urging, she finally stepped out of the den, leaving behind the immediate stress of hovering over their son. Her body was still healing, her pace slow, her limp pronounced, but she pressed on. She had no particular destination in mind until her daughter’s raised voice cut through the evening air. Ears pricking with concern, Kirain made her way toward the clearing Saorlaith had claimed.

She paused on the outskirts, watching for a moment. Pride stirred in her chest at the sight of her daughter speaking so boldly to the spirits.

Quietly, she moved forward and settled beside her.

Hello, my love, she murmured, warm and motherly, offering a soft smile. Leaning in, she placed a gentle kiss atop Saorlaith’s head. And what exactly are we yelling about tonight, hm?

Her tone carried a teasing lilt, though the curiosity was genuine.