The early morning mist still clung to the forest canopy as River and Heiko made their way back to the palace. The warmth of their secret cave retreat still echoed in her body, a memory etched into her heart. Nestled safely against Heiko’s fur in his wolf form, River allowed herself a moment to feel whole—no longer broken, no longer afraid.
As they emerged from the woods and approached the grand silhouette of the palace, River tightened her arms around his neck. She was returning not just to stone walls and velvet halls, but to a truth that had forever changed her.
They arrived just as the sun crested over the eastern towers. The royal guards recognized them and nodded silently, allowing them entry without questions. Once inside their shared chambers, Heiko shifted and handed her the bag
