A Life they Always Deserved.

From a distance, the unmistakable silhouette of a figure approached, her long brown cloak billowing behind her. Lyra had finally arrived.

Before she even stepped past the gates, a trio of boys came charging towards her, their excited laughter ringing through the air.

"Auntie Lyra!"

The eldest, Arian, led the charge, his dark hair tousled by the wind. Aster was right behind him, Adrian, though still small and slightly wobbly, toddled after his brothers with as much enthusiasm as his tiny legs could muster.

Lyra barely had time to brace herself before Arian flung himself at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're finally here!"

Aster, grinning widely, clung to her arm. "You promised you'd take us for a ride!"

Adrian, a little breathless but still bright-eyed, clutched her cloak. "Wolfie! Wolfie!"