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.

started, but he interrupted her, his tone softer than

wrong," he murmured, leaning slightly closer. "Tell me you don't feel it

catching. Every fiber of her being screamed to deny it, to maintain the careful distance they'd kept for so long. But when she looked into his orange eyes, so intense and filled with an emotion she didn't dare name, her resolve

brushing the curve of her cheek. She leaned into his touch instinctively, her skin warming under his palm. The silence stretched as he searched her face, waiting for any sign of hesitation. When she

soft, hesitant, as if either could stop it at any moment. But neither did. It deepened, slow and aching, their emotions spilling over into every touch. Elyra felt the

her face as he pressed her gently back against the soft ground. His movements were unhurried but deliberate, his lips trailing from her mouth to

low and gravelly, his weight braced carefully

his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his

hands moved too, exploring the hard lines of his shoulders, his back, grounding herself in him. Clothing fell away piece by piece, discarded carelessly

moved together, tentative at first, then in perfect rhythm. Elyra gasped softly, her head tilting back as Dain held her close, his breath hot against her ear. The forest around them seemed to

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