The morning sun barely pierced through the thick canopy of trees surrounding the cabin, casting the forest in a muted, eerie light. The air was crisp, still carrying the lingering chill of the night before, and Lyra shivered slightly as she stepped out into the clearing.
Kael stood waiting, his back to her as he surveyed the woods, his posture rigid and alert. His presence dominated the space, and even though he hadn't yet spoken, Lyra could feel the weight of his attention shifting toward her as she approached.
She hesitated a few steps behind him, unsure of how to begin. The events of the previous night still played on a loop in her mind—his kiss, the intensity of their connection, the power he claimed she possessed. It felt surreal, as if she were walking in a dream that could turn into a nightmare at any moment.
