Third-Person POV"Lyra… It's me, Damian—your Damian. I've been looking for you for the past three years. I know I was wrong. I know what I did to you is unforgivable. I've already executed Clara myself. Please, I'm begging you to come back…" Damian babbled incoherently, his voice choked with tears.He looked nothing like the Alpha who commanded thousands of werewolves. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered in stubble. In the three years since Lyra had disappeared, he hadn't gotten a single full night's sleep.Lyra listened quietly until he finished speaking before turning to look at Kane beside her.Kane reached out his hand, and she placed hers in his. His fingers closed gently around hers, enveloping her hand completely. Then, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead."Let's go," he said, his voice deep and tender. "You've been on your feet too long today. You need to rest."Lyra offered him a smile. It was a faint smile, but it struck Damian like a bolt of
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