Scar stood in the doorway, his lean, muscular frame silhouetted by the dim light. His tousled dark hair, streaked with bronze, clung to his damp forehead, and the jagged scar running across his sharp features caught the glow of the room. His amber eyes, faintly glowing, softened as they landed on his daughter. The faint markings along his skin pulsed subtly, a reminder of his Vastayan heritage, while his furred, twitching ears betrayed the relief and quiet joy he felt in that moment.

