YELENA Being a werewolf meant that every emotion was magnified, every instinct sharpened to a razor's edge, but standing there with Nyra, those instincts were calm, settled into a rhythm of peace.We descended the stairs, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the grand foyer."You know," I said, stopping by the front door, "I’m glad you didn't leave last night."Nyra didn't turn around, but her shoulders dropped, a small, subtle relaxation of her muscles. "I wouldn't have been anywhere else. You need me, Yelena. Even if you won't admit it, you need someone to keep you grounded while you're busy dreaming."I smiled to myself, reaching out to open the door. The bright morning light flooded in, blinding for a second, but I didn't flinch. I walked forward into the light, my hand resting protectively over my stomach, ready to face whatever the day held, as long as I had my sister-in-spirit by my side. As we walked towards the gate, Tristan’s lead security guard stepped into our pa
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