Lulu
We left before sunrise.
The Sapphire Water Pack convoy moved through the sleeping city in silence—three black vehicles carrying Alpha Caspian, several Elders, and me. I watched the faint lights blur past the window, one hand resting instinctively over my stomach.
For once, I wasn’t running away from anything.
The airport came into view—Azure Crest International Aerodrome, a private terminal reserved for diplomatic packs. Glass walls reflected the pale dawn, guards lowering their heads as we passed without delay.
Everything felt controlled and safe.
The aircraft waiting for us was large and elegant, silver wings gleaming under artificial light. As we boarded, Caspian stayed close. Not possessive. Just… aware. Like he was quietly counting my breaths without letting me know.
I did
