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• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 84

  Henry’s povThe dawn mist had barely lifted when I slipped from my tent, leather jerkin still warm from the night’s fires. The camp was stirring, Elijah tending his wards at the healing huts, Liam sparring in the yard for practice, Leila gathering herbs for the infirmary. But I could not rest. A part of me still circled Sebastian’s fallen fortress, hunting for echoes of his dark magic.I pulled my cloak tight against the chill and headed east, past the dancing lanterns of the healer’s tents and through the broken rosebushes Leah had planted. My sword lay heavy at my side, but I carried only a satchel of silver dust and warding chalk. Where warriors once searched for power in steel, I sought it in runes and careful words.The forest edge thinned into tangled underbrush as I approached the ruins of Sebastian’s eastern outpost. The shattered gate loomed like a toothless maw, ebony timbers streaked with the green ash Elijah had used to break his first wards. I knelt to pick up a fallen sh

• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 83

  Elijah povDawn settled over Crimson Moon with a pale promise. The mist curled through the pines like ghostly fingers, and the camp lay hushed before the day’s bustle. I wore no helm or armor, only simple leathers, when I crossed the training yard. Young wolves of the pack gathered there, yawning and stretching, weapons and shields beside them. Today, I would lead their lesson.“Line up,” I called, voice firm but gentle. I watched as a dozen boys and girls took positions, their faces a mixture of eagerness and nerves. Many had never held a sword before the war. Now, they believed themselves warriors and I owed them more than mere drills. I owed them hope.I cleared my throat. “Today, we practice defense, how to stand without fear. A shield is more than metal; it’s trust. You trust it to hold, and it trusts you to stand by it.”Their instructor, a veteran named Sariel, nodded behind me. I had learned from him in the battle’s heat, how to weave wards into bandages, how to steady a falte

• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 82

  Liam’s povI woke before the sun did. The camp lay quiet, save for the distant murmur of healers and the low moan of dying embers in hearthfires. My limbs feel heavy, though sleep has passed fitfully, dreams still crawling with steel and shadow.I pulled on damp boots, wrapped my cloak around me, and stepped out into the predawn chill. Every breath came visible, a reminder that I was alive and free. But free didn't mean my mind had stopped racing.The eastern gate gleamed dimly under dying torches. I paused before the aged wooden planks, rolling my shoulders. I’d patrolled these gates countless times, back when the pack still trusted me. Now they trusted me again. But trust was easy to take. Peace wasn’t.I checked the guard posted there, nodded good morning, and continued along the palisade toward the watchtower. The wood underfoot was slick with dew. Here and there, we’d set up simple wards, magical wards Henry had helped weave in protective cords. I pressed my hand against one of t

• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 81

  Leila’s POV The first light of morning filtered through the tall pines, painting the clearing in pale gold. I stood before the half-ruined walls of the old infirmary, rolling up my sleeves and stepping over broken tile and scattered bandages. Around me, Crimson Moon’s healers and builders, mothers and fathers, veterans and trainees, worked side by side, repairing shelves, scrubbing floors, and replacing shattered windows. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a weapon, nor a prisoner, nor a prize to be claimed. I was here to help rebuild and to heal.I crossed the threshold into the ward, where gurneys and stretchers lined the walls. A faded tapestry of the Moon Goddess still hung where an entire wing had collapsed. With a deep breath, I knelt beside a wounded healer named Arin, whose arm had been broken in the final battle.“Morning, Arin,” I said softly, as he pressed his bound forearm against his side, wincing at the movement.He gave me a tired smile. “Good morning, Luna. I see

• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 80

  Elijah’s POV The night settled over Crimson Moon like a velvet cloak, soft and reassuring. The battle was won, the camp secured, and for the first time in many moons, the air was free of fear. I stoked the fire until the logs glowed, sending sparks dancing into the star-filled sky. Beside me, my brothers Henry and Liam and Leila, settled onto blankets spread in a loose circle. The crackle of the fire was the only sound for a moment, warm and steady, like the heartbeat of the earth. The flames licked the logs, casting shadows on our faces, dancing across the walls of the forest around us. It was late, moon high, stars clear, no threat in sight. For once, we were safe. No blood. No running. No fear.I took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the fire chase away the chill that always lingered after battle. Liam sat close to Leila, he leaned back against a rock, arms crossed, a small grin tugging at his lips, his arm casually draped across her shoulders. She rested her head against his

• Three Alphas, One Luna   CHAPTER 79

  Leila’s POV The dawn light crept softly over the ridge as I sat alone by the edge of the stream, watching my reflection ripple in the clear water. The hush of early morning felt sacred, as if the world had paused to give me space. My hands hovered above the surface, but I did not touch the water. I was not ready to see my face yet, not when my mind was waking from the long fog of enchantment, the bonds that had held me like chains.I closed my eyes and let the memories come.First, the good. I remembered the day I arrived at Crimson Moon’s gates, frightened and alone and how Henry had knelt to offer me a cloak woven with moonlight, his eyes gentle with kindness. I recalled Elijah’s soft music in the moonlit garden, the way his fingers had lifted my trembling hands to teach me the first notes on a piano. I could still feel Liam’s steady grip when he had caught me as I stumbled in basic drills, his voice firm but caring as he corrected my stance. All those moments of warmth and trust,