☽ Nyra ☾
I reached the cabin with dirt still clinging to my ankles and a strange calm sitting in my chest. Lucan looked up the moment I stepped inside. His eyes moved over me quickly, checking for blood, for bruises, for anything wrong.
“You were gone a while,” he said.
“I shifted,” I told him proudly. Something shifted in the air between us, and I held my breath as Lucan slowly got up from the couch.
“You…shifted?”
“I met her. My wolf. Her name is Nia,” I said as another wave of pride washed through me. Lucan’s expression shifted from shock to something softer.
“Nia,” he repeated quietly.
“She is white,” I said. “Completely white. And her eyes…they are gold. Not silver. Not blue. Gold,” Lucan stared at me like he was trying to see it for himself.
“And how did it feel?”
“Free,”
