☽ Nyra ☾
Two days passed after Lucan drew his line in the cabin. Two days of being watched without chains. Carefully selected wolves didn’t stand outside our door, but they watched from the clearing and the paths like I was a spark they expected to jump. Lucan kept himself busy with cooking, cleaning, and sharpening his blade. But tension lived in him. He checked the door and the windows before he spoke. He kept stopping himself from touching me, as if even comfort could be turned into evidence. On the third morning, the air felt too thick inside the cabin. Nia stirred beneath my ribs, restless. Lucan had left at dawn to check in with Iseya, and I knew that meant he needed space from me. I knew that things had shifted between us, but I just wasn’t ready to acknowledge it yet. So, I waited
