Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Kaeleen’s POV
The sound of her laughter, rich and genuine, was a melody I was fast becoming addicted to. It echoed in the quiet space of the studio, chasing away any lingering shadows. We sat there on the worn sofa, the empty pizza box a casualty of our shared meal, the atmosphere light and buzzing with a new kind of energy. Her agreeing to come to the gala felt like a bigger victory than the completion of the Phoenix itself.
"I’ll love that," I said, still smiling at her playful boast about stealing the show. "The world should see you. All of you."
My words hung in the air for a moment, and her playful expression softened into something more thoughtful. She leaned back against the sofa, her eyes, clear and direct, fixed on mine.
"About that," she began, her voice losing its earlier lightness and taking on a serious, measured tone. "If I’m going to be standing by your side at an event like that... if I’m going to be the Luna of this pack in public... there’s something I need."
I leaned forward, my full attention on her. "Anything. You just have to ask."
"A dress." She said to me as she wiggled her brows making me laugh again.
"Which you will get. You don’t even need to ask for it." I replied with a smile on my face. "But that’s not what you want to ask right?"
She took a deep breath, and I could see her gathering her courage, not out of fear, but as if preparing to lift something heavy. "I want to fight again. I want to remember how. And I want you to teach me."
The words hit me with the force of a physical shock. I stared at her, my mind struggling to connect the woman in front of me, the artist, the gentle soul who was just learning to laugh again with the harsh reality of fighting.