Chapter 29 Whispers Of The Past

The fire had burned low by the time Lyra stirred, the warmth of Kaidën’s body still lingering against hers. The weight of the night pressed heavily on her, the heat of their shared moment now replaced with a different kind of tension—the kind that settled in the pit of her stomach, restless and uncertain. The world outside the quiet space they had carved for themselves had not disappeared. The rogue, the council, the pack—everything still waited. And deep in her bones, Lyra felt that something was coming.