Lyra's POV
The morning feels different.
Not in the way I usually breathed in the fresh, dew-sweetened air… or how sunlight spilled like golden dust across my room, reflecting on the polished wood and my silk curtains.
This was something else.
An ache under my skin.
A pulse.
A whisper.
As if something hidden inside me, something ancient, something sleeping, had finally opened its eyes.
I inhaled slowly, gripping the blanket where it draped over my waist. My heart was pumping fiercely, not out of fear… but out of awakening.
I could still feel Adrian's lips.
My fingers drifted to my neck, brushing the exact spot where his breath had trembled softly against my skin. Last night, in the garden and the storm of emotions, we found a quiet corner beneath the stars.
Just him and me.
We were having a great and nice time under the moonlight, that was glowing silver across the garden and all over the pack.
We kissed and did some smooching.
