Ryder continued,his voice soft with distant nostalgia.“And you always scented my trail home after the Pack lessons.One time,I doubled back to test your tracking,and you became lost near the river.You cried so hard;I felt the pain through my own core.”
Elara’s gaze wandered with his words,and the shared memories of their childhood came flooding back—vivid,sharp,and overwhelming.
Ryder smiled nostalgically,but then his voice faltered,the light draining from his eyes as if he had just been struck by a thought.“And the central fountain…When Lyra first arrived as a pup,she absolutely demanded to eat the human junk food from the village,despite the Pack’s strict dietary code.She wore a pristine white dress,a ceremonial bow,and...acted like a completely spoiled Alpha pup.”
Elara’s heart clenched at the sudden,jarring mention of Lyra.
Ryder had effortlessly tied Lyra to every precious,shared memory.The same moments,once solely shared between him and Elara,were now forgotten,or worse,overshadowed by Lyra’s invasive presence.It felt like every corner of their history had been scent-marked by the other wolf.Elara felt utterly ridiculous.