**~ Cayden's POV ~**
I haven't felt rage like this before. Not ever.
Lilith just said it—my babies are around.
The moment the word "twins" left her mouth, something cracked open inside me. It wasn't just relief. It wasn't just shock. It was something deeper, something primal—like the roar of a father who's never even laid eyes on his children but already knows he'd tear the world apart for them.
A boy and a girl. Two tiny lives. Two souls I never got to meet, never got to hold. And yet, I could already see them in my mind—their tiny hands wrapped around my finger, their breaths soft against my chest. That image alone nearly brought me to my knees.
My pack. My territory. And my children had been here the entire time.
A growl tore from my throat before I could stop it, loud and guttural. The Elites flinched. I didn't care. "Let's find them," I snarled. "Now."
But no one moved.
