Lyra
I felt renewed and I was happy.
I didn’t realize how heavy my steps were until Killian reached for my hand. His grip was steady, firm, grounding me as he led me down the grand corridor of the Alpha’s wing.
The air felt different here, thicker, richer, and as usual, humming with authority. The walls were lined with dark tapestries of wolves mid-hunt, proud symbols of the bloodline I was about to step into. My heart raced as though I were trespassing, as though the moment someone saw me here, they would drag me out and throw me back into the cold world of whispers and contempt.
“This is your place,” Killian said softly, almost as if he could hear the doubts screaming in my head. “With me. Always.”
I swallowed, fighting the sting behind my eyes. His certainty was a balm to wounds th
