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Chapter 109 Storm’s First Birthday

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-10-27 07:46:51

The packhouse had never held so much color, so much laughter, or so much life.

Lyra spent weeks planning every detail herself — not as Luna, but as a mother and grandmother reclaiming the years she was robbed of. Garlands of white and pale blue silk streamed from rafter to rafter, soft moonflowers and evergreen boughs braided together across the beams. Toddlers darted everywhere, giggling, half in costumes and half in frosting already.

Storm didn’t walk in carried like something fragile.

He marched through the doors holding his favorite wolf plushie by one ear, eyes enormous, awe rolling through him like thunder.

“Appy birfday, Stom!” the toddlers chorused — some lisping, some yelling it like a war cry.

The courtyard outside had been turned into a miniature fair. Real pony rides circled under strings of glowing lanterns, each pony braided in ribbons and bells. A shining carousel turned slow and proud near the orchard fence — Ryker’s gift, something he’d sworn was “temporary,” though
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