The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
Instead, I stepped closer and stood beside her.
Sunlight painted golden stripes across the stone; the air was still.
In the distance, the outline of the mountains glimmered faintly blue.
—“Do you think the dark ones will come again?” I asked finally.
—“There will always be darkness,” she replied. “But as long as there is light that does not flee but stands and observes, it cannot win. Light is not loud. It endures.”
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That night, when the house had quieted, Aedan waited for me in the corridor.