🌘 Fenrir POV Morning came quietly. Light filtered through the curtains—soft, warm. I woke without tension. No weight pressing down on my chest. No edge beneath my skin. Just… stillness. It took me a second to understand. Silence. Alaric wasn’t there—watching, pushing, fighting me. He was with her. Guarding. A quiet settled deeper in my chest. I exhaled slowly. Then looked down. Arria. Curled into me. My hand moved before I thought about it. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She looked different. Color had returned to her cheeks. No longer pale. No longer fading away.. I found myself smiling. Faint. Unbidden. She was resting. Truly. Good. You’ll need your strength back. Fast. There were things we needed to discuss. Too many. Marta, for a start. The bond. What we had seen. What it meant. But I wanted her there. She deserved to hear it. To know. Always. My gaze dropped back to her. Still holdi
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