Lyra POV
The days following Fiona’s departure unfolded like a gentle breeze, carrying away the last traces of her venom and leaving the village bathed in a quiet harmony I hadn’t realized I’d been craving. The mansion hummed with new energy, Clara’s laughter echoing from the kitchen as she took to her role as cook with a flair that filled our meals with warmth and flavor.
Jaxon was busier than ever, his days consumed with managing the influx of rogue werewolves, negotiating land for new cabins, and ensuring the pack’s unity held strong. But every night, he came back to me, his arms wrapping around me in our shared bed, his love a constant that grounded us both. I felt myself settling into this life, my place beside him growing more certain with each passing day.
I’d taken to exploring
