*Chapter 62 — Settling Flames, Stirring Laughter*

The moon hung lazily above the Valeblood Pack mansion, casting silver streaks through the bedroom curtains as the night breeze played with the fabric. Inside, soft candlelight glowed from the nightstand as Aria brushed her long hair by the mirror. Lucien lay sprawled across the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily tracing patterns across the sheets.

There was a strange but calming silence between them. A silence filled not with tension, but with reflection—after the chaos, the blood, the screams, and the relief of knowing their sister was alive and healing.

Lucien broke the silence.

“You know, I’ve come...