Lyra POV
I woke to the soft rustle of curtains, the bedroom bathed in a silver glow, the moon’s light slipping through the window like a whispered promise. My body felt heavy, languid, the weight of sleep lingering, my limbs tangled in the soft sheets of our four-poster bed, the cedar-scented air wrapping around me like a familiar embrace.
My hazel eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dimness, the lanterns casting a warm, flickering light across the oak-paneled walls, their shadows dancing like memories. Jaxon’s side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool, but his woodsmoke-and-cedar scent lingered, grounding me, a reminder of the love we’d reaffirmed, the passion that had burned away the ghost of Darius’s kiss.
My she-wolf stirred, her whine soft, subdued, her earlier hunger for Dari
