*Lyra*
I crouch beside Bram as I fold the last of the blankets into our pack, and I can’t stop thinking about the boy named Reed from last night.
Bram handled interacting with him so well. He was patient and careful, giving just enough space for the kid to trust him. I watch my mate slice venison for our breakfast, and I feel a warmth that has nothing to do with the morning sun coming in through the trees. Bram’s hands are strong and soft all at once. Somehow, I know he’ll be a good father one day. He has that balance of fierce protection and gentle guidance. I let myself picture it, and for the first time in a long time, I imagine a future where he’s not just a warrior or a fighter, but a man shaping lives with love and wisdom.
I shake my head, smiling to myself. There’s a time and
