Lora stirred, her senses slowly coming back to life. Her body felt heavy, yet there was a comforting warmth in the air. The first thing she registered was the gentle rhythm of Azriel's breathing beside her. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself in a familiar view, the Stormheart pack's infirmary. Her gaze immediately sought out Azriel, and there he was, asleep in a chair, slumped beside her hospital bed, his hand still clasping hers tightly even in his sleep.
Her heart swelled with love as she looked at him, the man who had stood by her through everything, the one who had fought beside her and never gave up on her. Despite the battles, the fear, and the pain, he was here, just as she had always hoped. She whispered a silent prayer of thanks to the Moon Goddess, gratitude overwhelm
