Lynn's POV

I stare at the ceiling of Wendy's guest room, watching shadows shift as headlights sweep past outside. Baron's warm weight presses against my left side, Lira curled into my right. Both breathing deep and even. Safe.

For now.

'Lucas knows,' Istha murmurs.

"I know he knows."

The former Alpha isn't stupid. He saw the twins in my memories—careful as I was to hide Baron's face, Lucas would've done the math. Five-year-old children. Six years since I left ...