The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets where Nyla and Damon lay. The air between them still thrummed with the intensity of the night before—a night where barriers had shattered, and secrets had begun to unravel.
Nyla's fingers traced lazy circles on Damon's chest, her mind swirling with a mixture of wonder and fear. What had just happened wasn't just passion—it was a turning point. She was no longer a stranger to his world; she was a part of it, whether she was ready or not.
Damon's voice broke the silence, low and serious. "You need to understand, Nyla. This isn't just about us. You've stepped into a world that's dangerous... a world where every move is watched."
She met his golden eyes, still haunted by the flicker she had seen the night before. "I'm scared, Damon. But I want to learn. I want to fight."
Before he could answer, a sharp knock at the door shattered their bubble. Kian, the loyal pack guard, stepped in, his face grim. "Alpha, there's trouble at the eastern border. Rogue wolves have been spotted."
Damon's jaw tightened. "Get everyone ready. Nyla, you need to stay close. This is only the beginning."
As Kian left, Nyla wrapped herself in a robe, her heart pounding—not just from the threat outside, but from the storm inside her. She was no longer just Damon's mate. She was a key player in a dangerous game—and the stakes were higher than she'd ever imagined.
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