Firefly Glen these broken walls

Cole lingered just beyond sight, his broad frame concealed by the trees, though his golden gaze was trained on Nephele and her daughters. At her request, he stayed back, respectfully giving her the space to have this moment alone with them. Still, he couldn’t ignore the quiet pride that stirred within him.

There was a weight in her voice as she called for them—a mother’s strength, determined to do what she must even as it strained every part of her. He admired that, recognizing it as a courage he didn’t see every day. And now, she was trusting him with the precious task of protecting her daughters.

He squared his shoulders, standing a little taller.