Three days passed after the return from the Moon Shrine.
Three strangely peaceful days.
The corruption surrounding Black Hollow had vanished completely. No more infected wolves appeared near the borders, and the suffocating darkness that once lingered over the territory had finally lifted. Snow continued falling softly across the packlands, covering broken walls and battle scars beneath clean white silence.
For the first time in months, the pack could breathe again.
Yet despite the peace settling over Black Hollow, Lyra couldn’t stop feeling restless.
Maybe because healing felt unfamiliar now.
Pain had become routine.
Distance had become normal.
But this?
This careful tenderness growing again between her and Kael felt fragile enough to break if she touched it wrong.
She stood nea
