***LIAM’S POV***
I stand there, gazing at the scene before us, relieved and in disbelief. The air is heavy with tension, and my heart beats erratically in my chest. The cold wind rustles through my hair as I turn towards my brothers, Lucas and Lucien.
We've finally done it, accomplished what we set out to achieve all these years. Lucas's eyes are glistening with unshed tears, his voice quivering as he speaks, "We did it," he whispers, his voice breaking.
Without hesitation, I step forward and wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. His arms encircle me just as tightly, and I can feel his emotions.
"Yeah, Lucas," I reply, my voice full of emotion, "we did it." He clings to me. Lucien stands nearby, stoic, almost frozen, as if he's processing everything in his own way.
