SILVER IN THE SHADOWS
“Look.”
She followed his gaze: the rising sun cast beams through frost-tinted glass, painting the cabin with soft slants of light. Dust floated like silver motes in that glow—a quiet celebration of new beginnings.
He touched the moonstone, said, “That’s us. Holding light inside shadow.”
Trixie nodded, heart full. “Light inside shadow. Luna and Wolf.”
Ryker pressed his forehead to hers again. “Our forever story.”
They settled back against the pillows, hands locked over the ring, breathing together. No words necessary. Inside the cabin, the morning stretched around them—warm, enduring, infinite.
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