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Loved.

Claimed.

Marked by his hunger.

I rest my head against Raven’s chest now, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart—a heart that once beat only for survival.

Now it beats for me.

For us.

For a future that no longer feels like something fragile.

“I used to be so afraid,” I murmur against his skin.

His fingers comb gently through my hair.

“You never needed to be.”

“I did,” I whisper. “Until you.”

He tilts my chin up, eyes glowing softly in the dim light of the castle chamber.

“You were never meant to walk this world alone, Unnasta.”

No.

I wasn’t.

And I won’t again.

I once believed home was a house with lights left on.

Now I know better.

Home is arms that never let go.

A voice that calls you beloved.

A bond that cannot be severed by death or time.

Home? It’s him.

And for the first time in my life—I am not afraid of the dark. Or my hunger. Or his.

Because that’s what marked me.

That’s what brought me here and sealed my fate—and honestly? This is the only place I want to be.

With him.

My Monster.

Raven.

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The castle slept.

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