Lyra

I hurriedly distance myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appears comfortable with a she-wolf I don't recognize.

Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control, witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler. But I managed to suppress her. Turning away from that scene, I walk ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me as I walk to the source of the scent.

As I follow the enchanting aroma, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A gentle breeze carries the sweet smell. Inhaling deeply, I take in the fresh air. Suddenly, a voice interrupts my thoughts.

"It's beautiful, isn't...