WREN’S POV
The morning light seeped into the sanctuary, bathing the ancient stone walls in a warm glow. For the first time in days, I felt a sense of peace, not total, but enough to steady the storm that had been brewing within me.
Lyra’s voice was calm, a balm after the chaos. “You’ve done well, Wren. The bond is whole again, but it’s fragile. Protect it.”
I glanced at Hunter, who stood by the window, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. There was a weight to his posture, a heaviness that mirrored my own.
I walked slowly and wrapped my little arms around his large torso. “We did it,” I signed, my hands moving slowly. “We found balance.”
Hunter turned to me, his expression softening. “We did,” he said, his voice quiet. “But it’s not over.”
I nodded, the truth of his words settling ov
