Liam
Lyra didn’t leave the pack house after that night.
It wasn’t my decision, it was hers.
She never said she was staying for good, but she didn’t leave either. And I didn’t bring it up, because having her close again—breathing the same air, sharing the same space—was heaven.
Something had changed between us, too.
It was a stretch to believe she’d forgiven me, but from the way she acted… it felt like maybe she was trying to.
She wasn’t harsh with me anymore. When I spoke, she didn’t look away or roll her eyes. When I reached for her, she didn’t flinch or pull back.
Every morning, we had breakfast together. Xavier would sit between us, his legs swinging under the table, his chatter filling the quiet. Lyra would help him with his food, wiping his lips, coaxing him to eat his eggs, an
