POV: Mira The battle had ended hours ago, but its shadows lingered, clawing at the edges of my mind. Even here, beside the campfire, surrounded by those who had survived, the echoes of gunfire and howls haunted me. I wrapped my arms around my knees, staring into the flames as though their flickering light could burn away the memories.Lucan sat close, his presence a constant, grounding weight beside me. His golden eyes, sharp as ever, were fixed on the horizon where Kael’s forces had disappeared into the night. There was a tension in his jaw, a tautness in his shoulders that mirrored my own. He was a fortress, unyielding and unbreakable, but I could feel the storm raging beneath the surface.“You should rest,” I said softly, though I knew my words would do little to sway him.“So should you,” he replied, his voice rough with exhaustion, but still carrying the unrelenting authority that made him who he was.
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