Chapter 133 Beneath the Mountain, It Waits

　　Caitlyn spent the first full day awake in Raymond’s arms. She didn’t mind the silence between them—there was no need for words. The warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breathing, was all she needed. He wouldn’t let her out of his sight, and neither would she. She had come back from the edge, from a place where everything had felt lost. And now, in the stillness of the night and the quiet comfort of their shared space, she simply wanted to be. 　　There were no grand confessions, no declarations. They didn’t need them. The bond between them had deepened in ways that words couldn’t capture, and today, they simply existed together. Every glance, every gentle touch, spoke volumes. 　　Her body, though weak, felt lighter. The constant pressure of the First Wolf’s voice, the intrusive whispers that had clawed at her mind, was gone. But something else remained—something darker, like a shadow lurking just beneath the surface. The world around her felt quieter, as if it were holding its