Beyond the Veil (Threw My eyes book 2)

Preparing for tomorrow

The sanctuary of the Pride and Voltron buzzed with a mixture of anticipation and determination.

Lance stood before his fellow shifters, friends, and allies, their faces reflecting the weariness of recent battles and the resolve to face what lay ahead.

They had gathered not for immediate conflict, but to prepare—to train, to heal, and to strengthen their bonds.

"Ladies and gentlemen,"

Lance's voice cut through the quiet murmurs, drawing every gaze to him.

He stood tall, his eyes meeting each member of the Pride with unwavering determination.

"We've faced unimaginable challenges together, but through it all, we've stood united. We've faced enemies that sought to tear us apart, but each time, we've emerged stronger and more determined than before."

A ripple of agreement and determination echoed through the sanctuary as Lance continued, his words carrying the weight of their collective experiences.

"Today, we stand here bruised and weary, but not defeated. Our scars are not marks of weakness—they are reminders of our strength and resilience. We have faced the darkness, and we have emerged with the light still burning within us."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, the silence thick with the shared understanding of their journey.

"Now is the time to regroup, to train harder than ever before," Lance declared, his voice rising with conviction.

"Each one of you brings something unique to our Pride. Together, we are unstoppable."

Cheers and nods of affirmation filled the air, the energy of unity and purpose flowing through the gathered Pride.

Lance felt a surge of pride in his heart as he looked upon his friends and allies, knowing that they would face the future together, no matter what challenges awaited them.

"I want to introduce someone," Lance said, gesturing towards the figure standing beside him.

"Good Lotor has chosen to join us, not just as an ally, but as a member of our Pride. His courage and commitment are a testament to the strength we find in second chances."

Good Lotor stepped forward, meeting the gazes of his new comrades with humility and determination.

"I stand with you," he spoke, his voice steady and resolute. "I will fight alongside each of you with everything I have."

The Pride erupted into applause and cheers, their spirits lifted by the solidarity and determination that filled the sanctuary.

Lance smiled, a genuine warmth spreading through him as he saw the hope reignited in their eyes. They were ready—not just to fight, but to train, to heal, and to prepare for the battles that lay ahead.

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Later that evening, as the sun set over the sanctuary and cast a warm glow over the gathering, Lance found himself with Keith in a quiet corner of their shared quarters. 

They sat together, shoulders touching, as they watched the flickering light of a nearby fire.

"We're going to win this," Keith said softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Lance turned to him, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "We will."

Keith nodded, his expression serious yet filled with unwavering faith in their abilities. "And after?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching Lance's face.

Lance's smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. 

"After," he began, leaning closer to Keith, "we're going to take that vacation we've been talking about. Somewhere quiet, just you and me."

Keith chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love for the man beside him. "Sounds perfect," he murmured, his fingers intertwining with Lance's.

They sat together, sharing the quiet moment as the sounds of laughter and preparation drifted around them. 

In that fleeting instant, with the weight of their responsibilities momentarily lifted, Lance and Keith found solace in each other's presence—a promise of a future filled with peace, love, and the hope of a world where their Pride could thrive.

As they gazed into the firelight, their hearts beat in rhythm with the promise of tomorrow—a tomorrow they would face together, side by side, come what may.

Lance turned to Keith, his eyes filled with love and determination. 

"Keith," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. "Thank you—for always believing in me, even when I doubted myself."

Keith's eyes softened, a tender smile curving his lips. 

"Lance," he replied, his voice steady with emotion. "You've always been the heart of the Pride. I believe in us, in our future together."

Without hesitation, Lance leaned in, closing the distance between them. 

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a silent promise of love, support, and unwavering commitment. 

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the echoes of their shared journey, Lance and Keith found peace—a fleeting yet profound reminder of the strength they drew from each other.

Thats a wrap for book 2!!!

Now it looks like I have to write a book three T-T

I mean Im going to love writing it but 

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Effort 

anyway till then!!