The familiar corridors of the Obsidian Sanctum stretched before them as Marcus carried Samantha toward their bedroom, Nova's Guardian cradle floating serenely beside them. Behind them, the sounds of preparation for battle echoed through the halls—Kai's distinctive growl as his wolf form fully emerged, and the low rumble of Callum's dragon fire preparing to incinerate twenty Council enforcers who had dared to threaten their family.
"I should be helping them," Samantha murmured against Marcus's chest, though the weakness in her voice betrayed just how badly she needed rest.
"Love, you can barely keep your eyes open," Marcus replied, his voice carrying that gentle authority that had always made her feel cherished and protected. "Kai and Callum can handle a few enforcers. They've been looking forward to a good fight."
