{Elira}
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It had been two weeks since Regina poured scalding water on .
But what haunted most in the quiet monts wasn’t the pain.
It was Lennon’s kiss.
Warm, steady, and heartbreakingly gentle—like a promise whispered against my trembling lips. A promise that, for once, I wasn’t alone.
It felt... safe. Too safe. Too soft for soone like , who had forgotten what softness felt like.
That mory played in my head every night, soothing the ache of burned skin and bandaged eyes.
I could still feel the brush of his thumb near my cheek, the salt of my tears caught between us.
Today, the bandages were finally coming off.
My heart pounded painfully as I sat in front of the vanity. The pack doctor had wrapped both eyes, not just my injured left one, saying it would help it heal.
But what if it hadn’t?
What if the first thing I saw today was darkness on my left side?
These two weeks had crawled by painfully slow. A servant helped with everything: brushing my teeth, bathing , dressing , even guiding food to my lips.
And yet... every day, Lennon and Rennon ca. Sotis together, sotis separately. Just sitting near , talking about ordinary things, until the world outside the bandage didn’t seem so far away.
"Miss Elira," my servant’s voice tugged back. "Your hair is done. Let walk you to your chair."
She guided gently to sit before the vanity. I ran trembling fingers over my lap, rembering the first day I noticed sothing different—how the servant’s fingers slipped too easily through my hair.
She’d told my hair had been trimd to even out the hacked strands.
I’d never asked who had cut it. I’d simply assud it had been one of the servants.
But deep down, part of knew Lennon and Rennon must have seen how awful it looked that day when they rescued .
A sigh escaped my lips.
Then, three soft knocks at the door.
The servant excused herself to answer it.
Before they even stepped in, I knew. Lennon and Rennon. Their steps were different but familiar—one firm, one quieter and asured.
"Good morning, Elira," Lennon greeted, warmth in his tone as they walked to either side of .
"How was your night?" Rennon’s voice followed, softer.
"I-It was smooth." I swallowed. "Good morning."
"Ready to see your face again?" Lennon teased gently, but I could hear the careful concern hiding underneath.
I tried to steady my voice, but my fingers betrayed —they trembled so badly my palms barely rested still.
Then, a warm hand covered mine. Large, steady. Rennon. My shaking slowed almost imdiately.
"Yes," I breathed, barely above a whisper.
"Draw the curtains," Lennon instructed the servant.
Fabric rustled, and I imagined the dim light settling over the room.
I felt careful fingers at the back of my head as the bandage loosened, layer by layer, and finally fell away.
"Alright, Elira," Lennon said softly, closer now. "Slowly open your eyes. Let them adjust."
I gripped Rennon’s hand tighter, grounding myself.
My right eye fluttered open first. The dimness still felt sharp, and I winced, closing it again.
"Take your ti," Lennon coaxed. "You’ve been in darkness for two weeks."
I tried again, forcing my lashes apart. The light stabbed at first, but slowly, my vision settled. Shapes ford. Colours bled back in.
Then, trembling, I opened my left eye.
My heart stopped.
I could see.
The room, the shape of Rennon beside , the faint reflection of Lennon’s silhouette. I blinked rapidly, adjusting, then lifted my gaze to the mirror.
My breath caught.
The burns... they were gone.
"The burn marks," I whispered, fingers brushing over the smooth skin of my left cheek. "They’re gone."
"Yes," Lennon’s voice was low, gentler than I’d ever heard. "We didn’t tell you."
"We wanted you to see for yourself," Rennon added, his thumb brushing lightly across my knuckles.
Tears gathered in my eyes before I could stop them, blurring the reflection.
Uncle Marc had visited twice in the two weeks that followed. He had apologized each ti, but I hadn’t spoken a word to him. I couldn’t. Not yet. But deep inside, I never truly blad him.
And now... seeing my healed face felt like I was made whole again.
"Don’t cry," Lennon murmured, stepping closer. His hands settled on my shoulders, grounding . "It’s breakfast ti."
Rennon handed a soft handkerchief. I dabbed my eyes, then wiped the tears properly.
"I’m sorry," I whispered, glancing shyly at Rennon. "For ruining your handkerchief."
"It’s just a piece of cloth," he murmured back, slipping it into his pocket.
They each offered an arm, and together, we walked to the dining hall.
The mont we stepped in, I felt the weight of eyes on .
Alpha Cyprus’s gaze lit up with relief and warmth. Luna Gwenith’s eyes, as always, were cold and sharp, like a blade turned inward.
Zenon’s gaze lingered, unreadable and silent, barely eting mine.
"Good morning, Alpha. Good morning, Luna," I greeted, dipping my head.
Alpha Cyprus’s voice was soft, filled with pride. "Elira, it warms my heart to see you well again. Co, sit."
Lennon and Rennon guided to my chair. One pulled it out. The other helped sit. The tenderness burned my cheeks, but my heart fluttered in a way I couldn’t na.
Then, they took their seats across from .
Alpha Cyprus blessed the food, then gestured for everyone to eat.
Two small glasses of green liquid sat in front of . Bitter dicine mixed with herbs, the healer had prescribed.
Even though I was well now, I still had to finish the complete dosage.
Rennon leaned slightly closer. "Eat half your food first," he reminded gently, "then drink the dicine. Use the rest of your food to clear the taste."
I nodded, smiling faintly. "Thank you."
Bit by bit, I tasted warm rice, broth, and tender at. My appetite felt stronger than it had in weeks.
Halfway through, Alpha Cyprus’s voice rose above the clink of cutlery.
"Elira," he said, his tone kind but firm, "let’s discuss your education."
My heart leapt. We were supposed to talk about it the sa day I had the accident.
Then he asked the question that froze mid-breath:
"Would you like to attend the Elite Supernatural Academy?"
ESA. The most prestigious academy for wolves with gifts and wolves from powerful families.
A place where soone like —a forgotten oga, an orphan—should never even dream of setting foot.
"I... Alpha, I..."
My words tangled. But sowhere inside, sothing whispered:
"You have paid your dues, Elira. Now, this is the ti to shine."
My wolf.
Wait... was that really her?
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