Where the Moonlight EndsMorning came slowly over the bayou. Mist hung between the cypress trees, curling around the water like breath that refused to fade. Somewhere, a heron lifted its wings, and the sound of them breaking the stillness felt like the beginning of something new.Lyra stood on the porch of the small cabin she and Kael had built with their own hands. It wasn’t much..rough timber, crooked windows, the scent of pine and salt but it was theirs. After years of blood, prophecy, and running, she had learned that peace never arrived with a trumpet’s call. It came like this: quiet mornings, a cup of coffee warming her palms, the steady rhythm of Kael’s footsteps behind her.He came out now, shirt unbuttoned, hair still damp from the river. “You’re awake before the sun again,” he said, smiling the way he did only for her.She shrugged. “Old habits. My wolf still thinks the world needs guarding.”Kael leaned against the railing beside her. “Maybe it does. Just… not fro
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