As Rhys continued to swim in the river splashing into its cool embrace, the night seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the unraveling of truths that would shape their intertwined destinies.
Meanwhile, back at the Moon Crest Pack...
Anaya and Kisha had already packed their bags, ready for departure. The carriage was stationed just outside the Imperial Palace gates, and with little left to delay them, Anaya stepped inside, followed closely by Kisha. Just like that, the journey back to Anaya's pack began.
"Are you okay, Your Highness?" Kisha asked gently, using her fingers to trace the words across Anaya's back. "You haven't said anything to be since morning. You look so sad. Please cheer up."
Anaya swallowed hard, her face etched with quiet sorrow. Sadness clung to her like a shadow she couldn't shake. She had truly hoped that Rhys would somehow remember her. But perhaps that was asking too much. At least he was safe... at least he seemed well. That was something, wasn't it?
