Rylan

I sat on a chair beside Lyra’s bed. She was sleeping peacefully, a few strands of her long wavy hair falling across her face. I reached out and gently tucked them behind her ear without waking her.

She looked so different in sleep—soft, calm, almost delicate. The fierce, thick-skinned Luna who commanded the entire pack now looked like a regular woman who simply wanted to be loved.

My fingers brushed over her lips and nose before I caught myself.

What are you doing, Rylan? Get a ...