Lyra POV
The morning sun spilled through the curtains of our bedroom, a soft golden light that warmed the furs and danced across Jaxon’s sleeping face. I woke nestled against him, my head on his chest, his arm draped possessively around me, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a comforting anchor.
The mark on my shoulder tingled faintly, a reminder of his claim, our love, and the life we were building together. Last night, he’d come back to me after confronting Fiona, his resolve a shield around us, and we’d fallen asleep tangled together, the weight of her threat lifted, if only for a moment. But as I stirred, a faint unease tugged at me, a whisper that the peace we’d found might not last.
A sharp knock on the door jolted me fully awake, and Jaxon stirred, his gray eyes blinking open, a
