Meanwhile, deep in the forest, guided by Selene's magic, Casian, Rowan, and Darius finally found her.
"Lyra!" Casian and Rowan shouted in unison as their eyes locked on the unconscious figure sprawled across the forest floor.
But it was Casian who moved first.
He sprinted forward and dropped to his knees, gathering Lyra into his arms with a desperate urgency. Her head lolled against his chest, her face pale and serene, as if locked in a deep, dreamless sleep.
"Lyra… please—wake up," Casian murmured, brushing her hair away from her face, his voice breaking on the edges.
She didn't stir.
Selene quickly caught up, kneeling beside them. Her fingers hovered over Lyra's forehead, glowing faintly as she scanned her condition.
"She's all right," Selene said gently, sensing the Alpha's barely restrained panic. "She's just exhausted. The magic took a toll, but she's stable."
Casian let out a shaky breath, relief crashing over him like a wave—but he didn't loosen his hold.
