The moonlight filtered through the jagged peaks of the mountain range, casting long shadows over the camp. The war was taking its toll on all of us, but none more than me. I stood in front of the roaring fire, the crackling flames reflecting off the cold steel of the weapons around me. Every decision I made weighed heavy on my chest. The packs were depending on me, and my own heart... it was divided.
“Celeste,” Lucian's voice cut through the crackling sounds of the fire, soft yet strong. I didn’t turn around. “Come away from there.”
I felt his presence before I saw him. His scent, wild and familiar, filled the air as he approached, the weight of his footsteps sure and steady. There was a softness in his eyes now that hadn’t been there before, something that made me feel like I could rest
