After the ceremony, Logan felt a sense of calm returning to him, enough to think clearly for the first time since the battle. He diligently returned each of his creatures to their respective territories within the kingdom, ensuring they were safe and settled before making his way back to the castle.
His first destination was Alma's room. She still hadn't awakened, but the faint connection he felt with her assured him that her soul remained anchored in her body. The gentle rise and fall of her breath brought a flicker of hope to Logan's chest, even as the memory of her near-death tightened his throat.
He clenched his fists, the weight of his failure to protect her pressing down on him. But after a moment, he took a deep breath, relaxed his hands, and placed one over Alma's. Her skin was soft and warm, a reassurance he desperately needed.
