The forest finally gave way to a clearing, moonlight spilling over a small, abandoned cabin. Its roof sagged, windows broken, but the walls promised refuge. I didn’t wait for Caelan to speak; I simply pulled him with me, past brambles and underbrush, into the fragile safety of the structure. The scent of damp wood and rot filled the air, but compared to the chaos outside, it was paradise. He dropped next to me on the floorboards, and I sank to my knees, heart hammering. The bond thrummed between us, stronger now, almost insistent. It was as if the forest and the Moon itself were telling me we could breathe for a moment, and we could do more than survive. We could be. Caelan’s silver eyes searched mine, raw with unspoken emotion. He reached for my face, hands warm and sure, tracing the line of my jaw. “Lyra,” he whispered, voice low, “I’ve survived this far… because of you. Because of us.” The words broke something open in me. Fear, doubt, hesitation—all of it melted against the tid
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