The room was quiet in a way that felt unreal.
Not empty.
Just… controlled.
Lyra lay on the bed beneath soft coverings, her body finally still after everything.
A faint hum of healing wards filled the air.
At the edge of the room stood Kael.
Unmoving.
Watching.
Not like a king.
Like someone afraid to look away.
The pack healer stepped back from the examination slowly.
Her tone was calm.
“Her body is exhausted,” she said.
“Severe dehydration, fatigue, and stress exposure.”
Kael didn’t interrupt.
He didn’t even blink.
The healer continued.
“There are early indicators we will need to monitor closely.”
A pause.
“It may be very early… but there is a possibility of pregnancy.”
Silence dropped instantly.
Kael’s expression shifted but only slightly.
Not shock.
Something deepe
