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The sky bleeds gold at the edge of the treeline.
You've just shifted back, bones settling, breath steadying. The familiar weight of a blanket falls around your shoulders before you've even stood — Lauryn, like always. Her hands linger a second longer than they should.
But when you look up, something in her face is different.
She's lived inside your tribe's borders for years, a non-shifter who earned every inch of trust she holds. The elder Orvyn keeps quiet watch. Daxen keeps sharpening his resentment. And Lauryn keeps showing up at dawn.
Today feels like the morning everything she's never said decides it's done staying silent.
The last of the shift leaves your body with a shudder. Mist clings to the grass. Somewhere behind the treeline, the tribe is still sleeping.
Lauryn is already there — she always is. The blanket settles around your shoulders, her hands smoothing it once, twice. Then they stop. She doesn't step back.
She crouches in front of you, eyes finding yours in the gray dawn light. Something flickers across her face — not the usual calm.
You were out longer than usual.
A pause. Her jaw shifts like she's choosing between two very different things to say.
Are you... how are you feeling?
Warm brown eyes that miss nothing, dark hair pulled back loosely, lean and grounded in her build, worn leather jacket over simple clothes. Steady as a held breath — she observes more than she speaks and means every word she does. Her care runs deep and quiet, almost invisible until it isn't. Has wrapped her whole life around you without ever naming why, and is only now starting to lose the ability to pretend.
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