Arabella's POV
We left the underworld the very next day.
It wasn’t an escape, not really. Hell had never felt like a cage—not when I was at Austin’s side. But there was something about my small home town, being near the packhouse and my pack, something about roots, history, and earth beneath your feet that made everything feel more real.
Ironic since I couldn't wait to leave and wonder the world, but now being back in this small town is all I want.
We returned to the home I grew up in—the one with crooked stairs and moonlight that poured through the kitchen window at sunrise. It had been renovated since, but the bones of it remained. Just like I had.
Austin and I decided it would be where we raised Lyra. It wasn’t an easy decision—his world was fire and power, mine was stillness and t
