Nathaniel's POV
One night, after a dinner shared in front of the fireplace, Camila curled into my side and whispered, "Do you ever think about forever?"
"All the time," I said without hesitation. "But only when I look at you."
She didn't speak. Just pulled my hand to her chest, letting me feel the steady beat of her heart. I kissed her temple and closed my eyes.
In a world full of chaos, betrayal, and uncertain futures, we had found our rhythm.
We weren't pretending anymore.
We weren't just surviving.
We were choosing each other.
Every single day.
Camila's POV
The once-whispered doubts that had surrounded me like shadows were beginning to fade, replaced by something I never thought I'd earn from the pack—respect.
It started with the attack.
