Zara POV

Rex nods silently, pulling me close with his arm around my shoulders as we head to the parking lot.

Lightning's presence lingers—warm, protective, reluctant to let go.

I can sense doubt flickering across his features. Something about Lars unsettles him deeply.

He drives me home, watching until I open the villa door. Behind me, he waves. "Goodnight, Zara. Sweet dreams."

His voice drops low, intimate—Blood Moon Alpha gentleness reserved for someone who matters.

"Sweet dreams, ...