“She’s growing up so fast, Luna,” remarked Elder Thorne—ther venerable advisor—as he stood beside her, leaning on his wooden staff.
“Indeed she is. It feels like only yesterday she was learning to walk.”
“Time moves swiftly, especially for those who lead. Enjoy these moments, Luna. They are the heart of our existence.”
Mira nodded, her thoughts briefly drifting to her husband, Aiden, who stood on the opposite side of the clearing, surrounded by fellow Alphas and warriors.
Aiden Blackwood, the formidable Alpha of the Blood Crest Pack, carried an air of authority, his dark hair and sharp eyes exuding power. However, Mira couldn’t help but notice the distance between them, both physically and emotionally. It was a gap that had widened over time.
As if sensing Mira’s gaze, Aiden turned and caught her eye. He offered a nod, acknowledging the moment before returning to his conversation. Mira sighed inwardly, but she forced herself to smile. Today was not the day for such burdens; today was Lyra’s day.
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