Lyra’s POV
The sun’s rays slanted through the half-open window, soft light spilling across the room. I could feel the warmth before I even opened my eyes. It was a reminder of what I had—what we had—this incredible little family we’d created together, rising from the ashes of a past I had once thought would haunt me forever.
I lay still for a moment, the events of last night swimming in my thoughts. The celebration, the stolen kiss with Rhyker. Our child, happy and healthy, surrounded by the pack. It was the kind of night I used to dream about, but never thought I would get. After everything, after all the loss and pain, this was the life I had—this was the life we were building.
I slipped out of bed carefully, making sure not to disturb Rhyker. His steady breathing was a comfort, his p
