Yuki's fingers traced the border between Björn and the Silver Kingdom, her mind already several steps ahead. If the Silver King thought he could move unnoticed, he was sorely mistaken. She would not wait for the first sword to be drawn—if war was truly coming, she would be the storm that struck first.
Yuki's attention shifted inward as her hand drifted to her stomach, fingers brushing lightly over the place where life had once stirred within her. Her son. The mere thought of him was enough to send a storm of emotions raging through her heart.
Fear. Pain.
He had brought both into her life in ways she had never imagined. The pregnancy had been unlike anything a mortal—or even a half-demon—could endure. And yet, the moment she laid eyes on him for the first time, all those emotions were eclipsed by something far more powerful.
Devotion.
