Lyra's POV
Kael's laughter rang through the room, soft and teasing, as he playfully poked at me for my habit of curling into the blanket like a burrito when I slept. I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my lips as I countered with a jab about his obsession with perfectly organizing his shirts by color.
"You're just mad because I have my life together," he said, smirking as he leaned back against the bedpost.
"Your life organized? You have a whole pack to run, and I heard Kellan complaining about your messy desk yesterday," I shot back, grinning.
"Traitor," he muttered, shaking his head in mock betrayal.
We went back and forth for a while. It was moments like these that made me forget the weight of everything we were dealing with. Until suddenly, the air shifted.
His expression grew serious, his playful smirk fading into something more solemn. I blinked at the sudden change, my heart skipping a beat.
