Grayson’sPOV

I woke up before anyone else.

The room was grey with early light, the kind that came through curtains without committing to anything. Lynn was asleep beside me, one hand curled under her cheek, breathing slow. The baby monitor on the nightstand gave Asher's rhythm — steady, unhurried, the sound of someone with no concerns whatsoever.

I got up carefully and went to the window.

The territory was doing what it did on weekend mornings. Two warriors ...