Chapter 28: The Weight of Forever

The Hollow thrived under the weight of new beginnings. Lucien stood on the manor’s balcony, watching the sun bleed across the horizon in streaks of gold and crimson. The forest stretched endlessly, no longer a cage of shadows, but a living, breathing testament to survival. The pack’s laughter echoed from below, mingling with the hum of insects and the rustle of leaves. Yet, even in peace, Lucien felt the weight of everything that had come before. Serena slipped out onto the balcony, her bare feet silent against the worn wood. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek against his back. “Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered, her voice laced with quiet concern. Lucien covered her hands with his, squeezing gently. “Didn’t want to,” he admitted, his throat tight. “I feel like if I close my eyes, I’ll miss something. Like this might all disappear.” Serena slid around to face him, her fingers trailing up to cup his jaw. “It’s not going anywhere,” she said softly. “W