Elara’s POV
One night, as Kael and I lay in bed, the sound of howling wolves echoing in the distance, I turned to him, my voice barely above a whisper.
I have had this… ominous feeling that something would happen soon.
“What if he comes for me?” I asked, my heart pounding at the thought. “What if my father tries to take me back?”
Kael’s arms tightened around me, his expression hardening. “He can try,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But he won’t succeed. You’re mine, Elara. And I’ll protect you with everything I have.”
I believed him. But as I lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our peace was fragile. The storm was coming, and when it did, it would test everything we had built.
But for now, I allowed myself to bask in
