Chapter 311

• Nysa POV
• I lie in the dark and listen. To the rhythm of the pack outside the walls. To the steady breathing of the man beside me. To the softer, newer sounds that come from the room down the hall.
• Tytus sleeps with his fists clenched, like he’s already holding onto something important. Power hums beneath his skin even in sleep, a quiet pressure in the air that never fully fades. Marcus says it will ease as he grows. I’m not sure I believe him.