~Names and Promises~

EIRA

We returned to the pack before sunrise, when the mist clung to the earth. The journey back was quiet with just the soft rhythm of hooves against damp soil and the unspoken truth between us: we couldn’t afford to be reckless anymore.

Not with the twins.

Not with what we stood to lose.

When we reached the gates and Ivy was waiting with her arms crossed, her expression half-relieved, half-annoyed — the way she always looked when she wanted to yell but also hug me ...