*Aloria*
The sun rises slowly, casting a golden hue over the world, and I awaken feeling strangely invigorated. The fire’s remnants still smolder, and the scent of woodsmoke hangs in the air. I stretch, feeling the last remnants of my wolf form lingering within me, a thrilling reminder of my newfound power. River’s arms are wrapped around me, his warmth a protective cocoon against the cool morning air.
“Good morning, my Luna,” he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep. I smile, a flutter of excitement racing through me at the affectionate nickname.
“Good morning,” I reply, my heart racing slightly as I pull away from him, feeling the weight of the day ahead settle on my shoulders. The journey to find my parents looms over me, it feels like both hope and fear swirling in my chest.
