Kael POV
Kael noticed it everywhere.
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In the training grounds.
In the halls.
In the silence.
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Lyra was no longer reacting to him.
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At first—
He thought it was anger.
Then pride.
Then stubbornness.
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But this—
This was something else.
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She didn’t look at him.
Didn’t speak to him.
Didn’t challenge him.
Didn’t even acknowledge his presence unless absolutely necessary.
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And somehow—
That was worse.
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Fenrir growled low within him.
She is pulling away.
Kael clenched his jaw.
“She’s being dramatic.”
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No.
Fenrir’s voice was sharp.
She is detaching.
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That word—
Didn’t sit right.
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Kael stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching as Lyra sparred again.
With Ronan.
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Too close.
Too comfortable.
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She moved with precision.
Strength.
Confiden
