Lyra didn’t sleep.She returned to her cabin with Ronan’s words still burning in her ears, and the mate bond still humming beneath her skin like a wound that refused to close. The moment she shut her door, she pressed her palm against her wrist, feeling the mark pulse faintly as if it were alive.It wasn’t broken.It had never been.It was only restrained, buried under rejection and pride, and now it was clawing its way back to the surface.Lyra sat on the edge of her bed for a long time, staring at the floorboards, listening to the distant sounds of the pack settling for the night. Every creak outside made her tense. Every whisper of wind against the window felt like someone watching.She hated that Ronan’s warning had made sense.She hated that fear was no longer a distant possibility but a shadow attached to her heels.By dawn, her anger had turned sharper.Clearer.If Ronan refused to stand beside her, then she would stand alone.She left her cabin early, before the pack fully wok
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