Aeris’s pov
The southern passage loomed before us, veiled in shadow and the faint echoes of distant footsteps. My heart thundered in my chest, betraying the calm facade I wore. I forced a steady breath, willing myself to appear resolute. I knew the lycans could hear every erratic beat, every unsteady breath. Yet, I was not afraid of the enemy lying in wait. It was the weight of responsibility, of being worthy of the loyalty and sacrifices made in my name, that unsettled me most.
Tristan turned to me, his gaze warm, filled with an unspoken pledge. “It’s okay to be anxious, my queen. But remember, you are safe with us. I won’t let anyone harm you till my last breath.”
I nodded, struggling to find words. His assurance, meant to be comforting, brought a bittersweet pang. Tristan was ready t
