Third Person POV
And then….His hand traced idle circles along her arm and the calm of it all felt unreal.
"Do you ever think," he murmured, "that maybe we were always meant to find each other again?"
She smiled faintly. "Maybe the Goddess isn't done with us yet."
Outside, the howls of the pack echoed, celebration, unity, joy.
Inside, Lyra heart whispered something else.
A promise.
A warning.
She couldn't tell which.
But for now… in that quiet, glowing room, wrapped in his arms, She chose not to care.
Because peace was rare.
And love...love was worth every storm that followed.
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