Lyria gave a soft breath, nodding. "Alright. But only if Elara plans it with me."
I blinked, surprised by the warmth behind her words. "I'd love that."
She turned to me, brow furrowed slightly in thought. "You really do care about him, don't you?"
The shift in topic startled me. I looked toward Draven; he was watching me, his expression unreadable.
"I do," I said quietly.
"Pack members say he is different around you," she said, gaze dart-ing between us. "Softer. Less like the man I remember and more like —" she hesitated,
My throat tightened. She reached out and took my hand.
"Thank you for choosing him."
A pause.
I smiled through the lump in my throat. "I think he chose me first."
"No," she said, eyes warm. "I've watched him. He follows you like he finally found his compass."
Heat crept into my cheeks. I looked at him, and he didn't look away.
"I'm lucky to have him," I murmured.
