My Big Bad Wolf: Elysia & Alex
The air smelled like dew, pine, and the faint lingering sweetness of last night’s lantern wax.
I stood on the back steps of our home, watching as Willow chased a butterfly across the clearing, her laughter darting through the air like a spark refusing to be snuffed out. She’d slept deeply after the celebration, curled between Alex and me, her warmth a reminder that the future wasn’t something distant, it was alive, running barefoot across the grass right in front of us.
Alex stepped outside behind me, his presence steady before he even spoke. “Twix is waking,” he murmured quietly.
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