ElaraI don’t sleep that night.Not really.I drift in and out, wrapped in the warmth of Kael’s scent, but peace never comes. Every time I close my eyes, I see silver light spilling from my skin, feel the echo of bones shifting, ancient power cracking through me like a shell breaking open.My wolf whispers in my mind — steady, calm, ancient.We were always more than we were allowed to be.And Kael…He lies beside me again.He pretends he’s dozing, breathing slow, arm resting above me on the pillow, but I feel the truth — the tension in him, the way he’s coiled like a hunter waiting for a threat. Or a man afraid of one.The secrets in my chest feel heavier than any stone.I should tell him.He deserves the truth.He deserves to know what he’s tied to.But the words don’t come.Because once I say them, I can’t ever be just Elara again.I become legacy.Threat.Heir.A piece on a board I never wanted to play.⸻Sometime past midnight, sleep finally drags me under.Darkness gathers first
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