Reya’s POV
The sun rose over Lunaris as we laid the first stone of Sanctum. The new Luna Court—a sanctuary shaped by ash, hope, and purpose. My hands were stained with mortar. My heart pounded with cautious hope.
Twins ran around the foundations with Isaac, the master builder, laughter bright as steel. Alpha Tristan stood at my side; his gaze soft, unwavering.
“Are you cold?” I asked, noticing his arms hugging his chest.
He shrugged. “Just steady. Proud.”
“We’re building tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Together.”
The crowd gathered: Riverdale delegates, Lycan envoys, our pack’s guardians. Their eyes shifted between us—old respect renewed.
I stepped forward. “Today, we build more than walls.”
Silence pressed.
“We build a place of teaching, safety, and healing. Not a throne—Sanctum is a cradle for the future.”
Nods, murmurs of approval.
Pearl held my hand. Her bright eyes pressed into me. Luis stood tall, iron in his posture.
Alpha Tristan crouched, whispering: “They believe.”
I squeezed his han
