POV: Lyra
Mortals feel death approaching differently than immortals.
I watch Aphrodite kiss the twins, one after the other, and I'm genuinely happy for her. She deserves this. Deserves love that's chosen freely, that doesn't come with chains or demands. Deserves partners who see her as a person, not property.
But underneath the happiness, I feel something else. A shadow settling over my thoughts like clouds blocking the sun.
Something is coming. I know it with the certainty that only mortals possess, the ones who live short lives and learn to recognize endings.
Not wolf business. Not another Nightfang assault. Something bigger. Something that changes everything we've built.
