Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter

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The fire cast dim, flickering shadows across the forest clearing as Elyra and Dain sat close, their breaths visible in the cool night air. The tension between them had grown unbearable in the days since the revelation of their true connection-or lack thereof. What once tethered them as siblings now felt like a fragile excuse, shattered by truth and eclipsed by the emotions they could no longer suppress.

Elyra's fingers played absently with the chain of her pendant, her silver hair gleaming faintly in the firelight. She avoided Dain's gaze, her voice low and strained. "Everything feels different now. Like I don't even know who I'm supposed to be anymore." Dain shifted closer, his posture guarded yet intent. "You're still you," he said, his voice steady but heavy with meaning. "You've always been Elyra, and you always will be. That doesn't change."

She glanced at him, her golden eyes wide and uncertain. "Then why does everything feel like it's falling apart?"

"It's not falling apart," he said, his gaze unwavering. "It's falling into place."

Elyra felt her heart skip, his words hitting deeper than she expected. She knew what he meant, and the weight of it scared her.

but he interrupted her, his

he murmured, leaning slightly closer.

catching. Every fiber of her being screamed to deny it, to maintain the careful distance they'd kept for so long. But when she

under his palm. The silence stretched as he searched her face, waiting for any sign

neither did. It deepened, slow and aching, their emotions spilling over into every touch. Elyra felt the heat rise in her chest, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, then his back, pulling him

her gently back against the soft ground. His movements were unhurried but deliberate, his lips trailing from her mouth to her jaw, then down the curve of her neck. Elyra shivered beneath him, her fingers

sure?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, his weight braced carefully

on his

hands roamed her body, their touch careful but possessive, as if she might disappear if he let go. Elyra's hands moved too, exploring the hard lines of his shoulders, his back, grounding herself in him. Clothing fell away piece by piece, discarded carelessly onto

softly, her head tilting back as Dain held her close, his breath hot against her ear. The forest around them seemed to fade, leaving only the heat between them, the world narrowing

Elyra's head resting on Dain's chest. She listened to the steady beat of his heart, her fingers