Lyra’s POV
Life had gotten infinitely better since our midnight kitchen confession three days ago.
Not that we were being obvious about our changed dynamic, Alpha Magnus didn’t need to deal with that particular conversation just yet, but the tension that had been building between us for months had finally released. We could touch without second-guessing ourselves, steal kisses when no one was looking, and just… be honest about what we meant to each other.
It was liberating in a way I hadn’t expected.
“You’re glowing again,” Kael murmured against my ear as we sat in the pack’s small library. I was supposedly helping him research traditional pack histories for some project Marcus had assigned, but we’d gotten distracted about twenty minutes ago.
“I am not,” I protested, though I didn’t
