Aliyah’s POV

The morning of the wedding dawned soft and golden, as if the moon goddess herself had decided to bless the day after all the darkness we had endured. Two weeks had passed since the nightmare at the warehouse, and though the scars remained, Elara’s cast on her arm, my cautious movements to protect the baby, the lingering nightmares that woke me in cold sweat, we had chosen to move forward.

The ceremony would be intimate, held in the beautifully transformed backyard of our ...