Chapter 38: The Geometry of Peace
The first morning of peace felt alien. Lyra woke to silence—no distant explosions, no urgent comms chatter, just the steady rhythm of Kael's breathing beside her. The weight of his arm across her waist was no longer a claim of possession, but an anchor in the strange calm. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating a city that was hers to help rebuild, a pack that looked to her for guidance, and a man who loved her beyond any bond or battle. The war was won. Now came the harder part: learning how to live.
