Chapter 28 – Wolves Don’t Cry
The night lingered long after their whispered confessions, but dawn came mercilessly all the same. Pale light filtered through the canopy, turning the forest floor silver. The embers of their fire glowed faintly, smoke curling upward like a prayer that would never be answered.
Seren awoke stiff and cold, her cheek pressed against the rough fabric of her cloak. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, stretching carefully, and found Lyra already awake, standing at the edge of the clearing.
The wolf’s silhouette was rigid against the morning mist. One hand rested on the hilt of her blade, her head tilted toward the distant sounds of the forest. Every inch of her radiated control—poised, unshakable, untouchable.
But Seren remembered the way her voice had broken t
