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Chapter 34.

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Moment With Axel

Phera POV:

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The sun’s last rays stretched lazily across the room, painting everything in a golden hue. Axel, having finished his stretch, ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze lingering on me. There was a warmth in his eyes, reminiscent of the simpler times when we used to share our dreams and aspirations with one another.

“Phera,” he started, “how about we grab dinner tonight? Just the two of us. There’s this beautiful spot on the outskirts of the pack territory. Secluded, serene… perfect for a peaceful meal.”

I hesitated momentarily, but the idea of spending some quality. time with Axel, away from the pressing matters of the pack, felt inviting.

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“Sounds like a plan,” I said, smiling.

He returned the smile, one that reached his eyes, and said,

“Great. Let me take care of the arrangements.”

The evening slowly descended, giving way to a crisp, clear night. Axel led the way, guiding us through the dense woods, the moonlight guiding our path. After what felt like a short eternity, we arrived at a beautiful clearing. The place was surrounded by tall trees, their silhouettes illuminated by the moonlight. At the center, a blanket was spread out with a picnic basket on it, and a few steps away, a small stream glistened, its gentle murmurs adding to the serenity of the night.

Axel helped me sit, and we began our meal. Between bites, our conversation ebbed and flowed, moving from casual banter to deeper topics. There were moments of comfortable silence where words were unnecessary, our shared glances speaking. volumes.

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As the night deepened, Axel reached into the picnic basket and brought out a small, antique-looking wooden box. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers lightly brushing the intricate carvings

on it.

“This,” he began, “used to belong to our grandmother. It’s a music bo

She often said that music had the power to bridge souls. I wanted to share its melody with you tonight.”

He opened the box, and a soft, haunting tune filled the air. I was instantly transported back to my childhood, recalling stories of our ancestors, their courage, love, and sacrifices.

As the tune played, Axel extended a hand, inviting me to dance. We swayed gently, lost in the melody and each other’s company. It felt like a timeless moment, where everything else. ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us.

As the song came to an end, he pulled me closer, our foreheads touching. The world seemed to stand still.

“Phera,” he whispered, his voice laden with emotion, “no matter what’s happened or what the future holds, know that my heart…

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it’s always been yours.”

A myriad of emotions welled up in me. Memories of shared laughter, dreams, and tears flooded back. Without thinking, I placed a soft kiss on his cheek, echoing the silent promise that despite the challenges, we would find our way back to each other.

As the gentle luminescence of the stars painted our surroundings, I was lost in the enormity of emotions swirling within me. Their glow mirrored the intensity of the feelings Axel and I shared strong, unwavering, yet sometimes distant, even

when close.

Axel leaned against the balustrade, his frame silhouetted. against the night sky. The contrast accentuated the strength in his posture, a testament to all the challenges he’d faced and

overcome.

“You know,” he started, his voice soft and contemplative, “there. are moments in life that become anchors. Times when you feel grounded no matter the storm.”

I moved closer, absorbing his words, nodding in agreement.

“Like the time when we got caught in that unexpected rain while hiking? We took shelter under that huge oak tree, remember? How the rain seemed to dance around us, creating a curtain, isolating us from the world.”

A chuckle rumbled from him, his gray eyes filled with nostalgia.

“I felt like time had stopped, and there was only you and me. The rhythmic patter of raindrops, our shared laughter, and hushed whispers.”

The gravity of our shared past pulled at my heartstrings, and I continued,

“Or that winter night when we huddled together for warmth during the pack’s mountain retreat? The snow was relentless, creating a vast white blanket, and the world felt muffled and distant.”

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He grinned,

“Your insistence on making snow angels and then complaining about the cold, that’s something I’d never forget.” Pausing, he added more solemnly, “But you know what really stood out for me that night? The warmth. Not just physical but the warmth of our bond, our connection. Even in the bitter cold, with you, I felt warmth even if you couldn’t feel it at the time.”

There was a brief silence, filled only by the distant sounds of the night and our synchronized heartbeats.

“Axel,” I whispered, “these moments, these fragments of time, they’ve built our story. Amidst all the chaos and confusion, it’s these small, seemingly inconsequential moments that have defined us.”