The soft light of dawn spilled through the windows of the healer’s house, casting a warm glow over the room where Ella stood at last—strong, steady, and free of the weakness that had once held her down.
Damian entered quietly, his breath catching at the sight of her.
There she was.
His mate.
His Luna.
His miracle.
Her silver hair fell over her shoulders, her skin glowing softly in the morning light. When she turned and met his gaze, her silver eyes sparkled, filled with warmth, strength, and love.
“Damian,” she whispered, smiling gently. “I’m really better now.”
He crossed the room in a heartbeat, pulling her into his arms, holding her close like he never wanted to let go again. His heart raced, and before he could stop himself, tears welled in his eyes and slid down his cheeks.
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