Luna Wicken
she said, the words bolstered by the tiniest hint of a smile—a glimmer of belief that chased away some of the lingering despair.
"But what if it's not enough?" I asked, the question punctuating the air with raw vulnerability.
Spike's gaze was steady, understanding etched in every line of his face. "We won't know until we try."
His words were firm and grounded, but the uncertainty gnawed at me. Luna was more than my mate. She was my reason, my anchor, and the thought of failing her was a burden heavier than any battle I had faced.
Nick, who had been listening intently, stepped forward, his presence calming. "You've fought through hell to get back, Brax. Don't doubt yourself now. I’ve seen you
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