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Chapter 41
The days after their return felt like something out of a dream. It was too good to be true, and you know what they say about things like that—If it's too good to be true, it probably wasn't true. Was this the case? Bavanda was just about to find out.
She awoke to sunlight pouring through her window, warm and lazy, her body tangled in the sheets and in Loco’s arms. His presence beside her—solid, quiet, and steady—felt like the first deep breath after drowning.
His hand rested lightly on her waist, fingers twitching with sleep. For a while, she simply lay there, watching the way his lashes caught the light and how peaceful he looked when the world wasn’t demanding something of him.
He stirred slightly. “You’re staring again.”
“I like how weird your ears are,” she teased.
He cracked an eye open. “You’ve got a mean streak.”
She leaned in, brushing a kiss to his temple. “You’re just figuring that out?”
Luca snuggled her closer. “Now we're not fighting the battles of the world," he chuckled lightly, “What you wanna do today?"
Bavanda grinned. "Let's spar, just me and you in the field.”
Luca groaned playfully. "Come on! Something less painful, my love." He said
She chuckled softly. “I could bake one of my favorite pies for you. It's been so long I entered the kitchen."
Loco smiled at her. “Yes, that's perfect. I'll love to see you cook.”
A mysterious smile spread on her lips. "After sparring of course.”
Loco rolled his eyes. "Fine. You win, Lady Bavanda.”
Bavanda squealed cheekily, pulling him off the bed afterwards. "Come on, hurry up!”
Loco smiled. "What makes you think I'm in a hurry for you to beat my ass up, legendary moon champion?”
She e grinned sheepishly, pulling him on. They arrived at the field where a few warriors had arrived to have their early morning training rooting.
Loco and Bavanda joined—sparring in the old clearing while the younger wolves watched in awe. Loco always held back just a little too much, and Bavanda never let it slide.
“Stop treating me like glass,” she snapped after what felt like forever, panting after a bout.
He smirked. “Stop being so breakable.”
She launched at him with a roar, tackling him to the ground. He hit the dirt with a grunt—and a grin.
“See, I didn't break," she scowled, making to rise up, but Loco pulled her back.
She didn't realize when his lips crashed on hers. She tried to protest, but she could barely do so when he kissed her with such passion.
“Loco!” She whined when he pulled away.
Loco ignored that and said, "I will never do anything to intentionally hurt you, no matter what it is. I love you too much to watch my fist land on you, honey.”
Her cheeks flushed red. "Still, you can't just kiss me like that. People are watching.”
Loco's lips stretched into a smile of his own. "I'm sorry, my lady. How about we go inside so I can do more than just kiss you?”
At this point, she pushed him away, rising to her feet. Loco laughed, joining her immediately.
“Go on, continue your training,” he said as they both found their way out.
Loco's lips found Bavanda's ear. “How about we go make that pie?"
Bavanda shot him a glare. “No kissing in the kitchen."
He made a face that looked like he was thinking, then said, “I can't promise you that."
She pushed him away, a chuckle escaping her lips.
Hours later, they were cooking together, in the shared kitchen of the main hall.
“Sugar. Not salt, you moron,” she laughed, pulling a container out of his hand. “You almost murdered the soup.”
“I was trying to see if you were paying attention.”
“Oh, trust me—I always pay attention when it comes to food.”
Their fingers brushed, and flour dusted her nose. He reached out to wipe it off, but she flicked dough at his cheek before he could.
“Oh come on, that's not fair." Luca whined.
She laughed heartily, before closing the distance between them. "Here, let me clean that off for you.” she said.
However, Loco slipped his hand through her waist, and kissed her.
She didn't protest at first, instead she got carried away in the pleasure. The next minute, though, she came back to her senses.
“Loco, you said no kissing." She groaned.
The smile didn't leave his face. “No, you said that!"
“What if someone walks in and sees us?" She said again.
“Come on! Everyone knows we're together. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're embarrassed by me.”
Bavanda said nothing, instead she untangled out of his hold. Loco's smile faltered.
She managed a smile. “Let's step out for a walk, shall we?” She said. "It's stuffy in here,” she added when Loco didn't respond.
He exhaled, and looked away. "Sure!”
Bavanda left first, and he followed closely behind her, but something in the last few minutes didn't let him get too close to her.
They walked through the woods, side by side.
They didn’t talk much, just walked. Listening to birds. Watching deer. Loco pretending to listen to Bavanda even though his thoughts were racing into ten thousand different directions.
“Do you ever miss it?” she asked once, eyes flicking to the sky.
It took a minute for Loco to respond. “The Dark Realm?”
“Yeah.”
He paused. “No. It never felt like home.”
"And here?” Bavanda asked.
He stopped, but didn't look at her. “I guess, sometimes it does." He exhaled, Bavanda watching him closely. “Only that there comes times where I everything but accepted, even by the people who I thought would be the first to."
Bavanda's eyes widened. "Loco…” she began, stepping closer.
But he took a step back. "It's getting cold out here, wanna go back inside? I do.”
He walked away without waiting for her response, and she just watched.
At night, however, they found themselves tangled in the sheets. Their conversations deepened.
In the quiet, when the world slowed, they shared things no one else knew.
Bavanda curled against him, her fingers tracing the scar on his chest.
“Do you ever get scared?” she asked softly.
“Every time you look at me like I’m all you need,” he murmured. “Because I’m afraid I’ll ruin it.”
She went quiet.
“I’m scared too,” she whispered. “Of what comes next. Of not being enough.”
“You’re already more than enough.”
“I don’t feel like it.”
He cupped her cheek. “You are, Bavanda. But I… I'm not.”
Bavanda's lips parted. “Loco, that's not true.”
His eyes met hers, and the question fell off his lips before he could hold it back. "Are you embarrassed by me?”
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