LILA'S POV
🐺🐺🐺
The Silvermoon packhouse buzzed with frenetic energy, maids and guards rushing to prepare for Darius’s coronation tomorrow. I sat in my locked room, the mate bond with Asher a faint pulse that ached in my chest. His letter, hidden under my pillow, was my only light in this suffocating cage.
Tara slipped in with a tray of dinner, her warm smile a balm against the chaos outside. She set the food down, her eyes soft with understanding, and sat beside me. “You’re not alone, Lila,” she whispered, her voice steady, pulling me from my despair.
Tears spilled down my cheeks, the weight of missing Asher crushing me. “I need him, Tara,” I said, my voice breaking, the mate bond flickering with his distant warmth. She wrapped an arm around me, her comfort easing the ache, if only a
