Lyanna’s POV
The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. I stood at the edge of the cliffside, overlooking the valley bathed in silver moonlight. My chest ached with the weight of memories I could never escape.
I traced the delicate pendant around my neck, a small silver wolf, the only thing I had to remember her daughter.
Elara.
A name I had whispered in the dead of night, a name I had buried deep in her heart, hoping one day I would have the courage to speak it aloud again.
I closed her eyes, and the past came rushing back.
It had been a night much like this—dark, cold, and full of sorrow.
I had run for miles, my legs trembling from exhaustion, my breath ragged in my throat. I had clutched the tiny bundle to my chest, feeling the stea
