—
Before the sky even remembers dawn,
the lonely dew gathers at my feet—
cold, trembling,
carrying the scent of a world
that keeps moving without me.
And as I walk, step after trembling step,
down this aisle I once walked before,
I count the seconds between my breaths.
Is this redemption…
or am I simply stepping back
into a love that once burned me?
And now, as I walk toward him again,
my heart breaks with something gentler—
a grief that became devotion,
a wound that learned to beat again.
If this is our second beginning,
may it be one I hold
until my final breath.
—
Clyde, majestic in his sweeping fur cloak, still found himself rooted in place the moment Ryley appeared—radiant, blinding, stealing the very breath from his lungs.
The great Sovereign of all Alphas, ruler of two realms, trembled ever so slightly, struck by the unbearable truth that he was being granted a chance to stand beside him again.
