Tristan’s POV
Dawn broke over Sanctum with promise. I stood beside Reya at the unfinished archway, sunlight catching on the stone we prepared to lay. Our people gathered—old defenders, Riverdale diplomats, Lycan warriors—all drawn by her presence.
Today marked more than construction; it was a new era. Reya looked radiant in simple leather and linen—the armor of a mother and leader. No Luna cloaks. Just trust.
I swallowed.
Today, I would choose her—not by fate, but by will.
Heart’s Drumbeat. Bearing the cornerstone’s nameplate in my palm, I kept my voice steady as I moved over to Reya.
She watched the site with the twins behind her. Pearl’s eyes sparkled silver; Luis’s stood violet with determination.
Our gazes locked. I saw recognition—hope.
My fingers trembled as I handed the stone to her.
She whispered, “Thank you.” For a moment, everything paused.
Unexpected Horn. A horn sounded from the south flank—a warning.
Guards rushed. A hush fell. Reya’s hand tightened on the cornerstone.
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