The Betrayed Princess Rising (Lylah and Ezra) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

3rd Person’s POV

Yorik did not hesitate.

At Lylah’s quiet request, the old wolf lowered himself onto the bed. His movements were slow but obedient.

As Lylah stepped closer, something warm stirred in his chest.

“You remember me?” she asked gently.

Though in her heart she knew he meant her mother, not her, she still wanted to hear the story–the fragments of memory he carried about the woman she had never known.

“I would like to hear what you remember.”

Yorik’s cloudy eyes softened, drifting somewhere far beyond the room.

“Back then… at the war camp,” he murmured. “I was sixteen. Just shifted. A low–ranked peasant who didn’t even know how to throw a proper punch.”

A faint, crooked smile touched his lips.

“The other young warriors laughed at me. Mocked me. Said a farm pup had no place among them.” His voice grew quieter. “But you never did.”

Lylah listened as she prepared the needle, her movements calm and precise.

“You treated everyone the same,” Yorik continued. “Didn’t matter if they came from a noble warrior bloodline… or from mud and wheat fields like me.”

His gaze unfocused further as the memory took hold.

“The first time I saw you running through the forest, you were fast. Faster than anyone. Like the wind itself had chosen a form.” A breath of quiet awe escaped him. “I was just standing there, staring like a fool. Then you and your friends noticed me watching near the bonfire that night. Instead of chasing me away… You invited me over.”

A faint chuckle left him.

“You pulled me into your circle. And for the first time… I found a family.”

Lylah smiled softly.

In her mind, the scene came alive–crackling firelight, young Whitepine warriors gathered beneath the moon, and at the center of it all, a woman she had never met but somehow knew. Her biological mother.

Vala Stillward.

Her chest tightened.

“This will hurt a little,” Lylah warned quietly as she positioned the needle.

“I trust you, my lady,” Yorik said without hesitation. “You would never harm another.”

Lylah inhaled slowly, steadying her hand.

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