Chapter Twenty five:The Anchor's cost
Peace is quieter than war. But not lighter. Aurelia no longer sleeps deeply. Her dreams are filled with shifting gates and celestial currents. She feels when angels argue. She feels when lycans transform miles away. She feels everything. Emotionally and physically, she is altered. When Malachai touches her now, the bond hums like controlled lightning. Their intimacy is deeper. Stronger. But never careless. Too much power unleashed in passion still trembles the veil. Being Anchor means constant awareness. Constant restraint. It costs her simplicity. It costs her anonymity. It costs her ever being fully human again. But it does not cost her love. And that is the one thing she refuses to surrender.Months pass. The forest begins to regrow. Lycans rebuild. Heaven remains dist
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