Chapter 25 — Chosen, Yet Alone
The night was heavy with snow and silence, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed the pack just hours ago. Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the northern border, the wind whipping her dark hair around her face. The baby stirred against her chest, small hands pressing insistently against her skin. Every kick reminded her that she wasn’t just fighting for herself—or even Kael—but for the life that depended on her survival.
Kael appeared silently at her side, his silver eyes scanning the horizon, every muscle coiled and alert. He didn’t speak immediately, letting her absorb the solitude that had settled like a weight on her shoulders.
“I thought… I thought standing here with him would make me feel safe,” Lyra admitted, voice low, almost
