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The sun rose slowly over Night Fang keep, spilling warm, golden light across the snow-covered ridges and dense, silent forest. Wolves padded along the edges of the clearing, tails flicking as pups tumbled and wrestled in the soft powder. The air was calm, quiet in the way that only a land that had survived war could be—peaceful, secure, and alive with promise.
Alex stood at the edge of the ridge, Aeron beside her, hand resting over hers, their wolf hearts intertwined. From this vantage point, the lodge looked serene, smoke curling gently from chimneys, the grounds bustling with activity yet filled with quiet harmony. For the first time in sixteen years, she felt it—the weight of victory eased by the comfort of belonging, of family, and of home.
“They’re all safe,” Alex whispered, her eyes sweeping across the ridge where Night Fang’s wolves and children played. Two of her pups tumbled through the snow, chasing each other in clumsy, joyous arcs. One of Aeron’s younger pups bounded after

The sun rose slowly over Night Fang keep, bathing the forest in a warm, golden light that glinted off the snow-covered trees. Wolves padded softly along the ridges, ears twitching as young pups chased one another through the soft blankets of snow. The air was calm, filled with the quiet hum of life and the gentle rhythms of a pack finally at peace.
Alex sat on the ridge outside the main lodge, Aeron beside her, his arm draped casually over her shoulder. Her wolf rested beneath her, coiled and alert but no longer restless. The Moonstone amulet around her neck caught the first rays of sunlight, reflecting a glow that seemed almost alive.
“It’s… peaceful,” Alex murmured, letting the words float in the crisp morning air. “I never thought I’d see it like this.”
Aeron’s hand brushed hers, fingers interlaced. “You fought for it,” he said softly. “You and Night Fang. You didn’t just survive—you led them. You became Luna. And now, you’ve built something lasting.”
Alex exhaled, feeling a lightn

The first full moon after the battle hung high and luminous over Night Fang territory. Its silver light bathed the ridge, the lodge, and the surrounding forest in a serene glow. Wolves padded softly through the snow, their ears twitching and eyes bright with anticipation. Tonight was not about war, not about power, but about bonding, unity, and legacy.
Alex stood at the center of the ceremonial clearing, Aeron by her side. Her wolf surged beneath her skin, calm yet alive with energy. This was the moment she had longed for, though not in thought alone—but in the depth of the bond she had with Aeron, and the recognition of her own strength as Luna.
Aeron’s hand brushed hers lightly. “Tonight,” he said softly, “we don’t just unite as mates. We honor what you’ve survived, what you’ve fought for, and the pack you lead.”
Alex exhaled, letting the cold night air fill her lungs. “And we honor the Moon Goddess,” she whispered. “For guiding me, for choosing me, for showing me that strength isn’

The snow had settled over Night Fang keep, soft and unbroken, the forest surrounding the ridge quiet, save for the occasional stir of wolves settling into their dens. The battle with Silver Moon was over, decisively won, and yet the air felt charged, as if the forest itself acknowledged the shift in power.
Alex stood atop the main ridge, looking over her pack, her wolves, her people. Aeron was beside her, silent as ever, his presence grounding her. The surviving warriors of Night Fang assembled below, tails low but eyes bright, waiting, watching.
“Alex…” Aeron said softly. “They’re looking at you. They’re waiting for the words that make you their Luna.”
Alex’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of responsibility. Her wolf coiled beneath her skin, tense and alert. “I…” she hesitated briefly, then straightened. Her voice, when she spoke, was steady and filled with authority: “Tonight, we survived. Tonight, we showed Silver Moon that Night Fang is ours. And from this night

The moon hung low and silver over the forest, casting long shadows across the twisted pines and frozen riverbeds of Silver Moon territory. Night Fang moved like a shadow itself—silent, disciplined, and deadly. Alex’s breath came steady, her wolf surging beneath her skin, every muscle coiled and ready. Aeron walked beside her, eyes sharp, scanning for movement. Marcus and Soren flanked them, a perfect tandem of strength, precision, and mystical power.
“This is it,” Alex whispered, barely audible over the crunch of snow underfoot. “This is the moment we end them.”
Marcus’s eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight, wolf energy humming around him. “They won’t expect this,” he said. “They think we only defend. They’ve never faced Night Fang at its peak.”
Soren raised a hand, letting silver light dance along her fingers. “I’ve set wards to disrupt their defenses. Any ambush, any trick—they will feel it. But they may have surprises of their own. Be ready.”
Aeron’s voice was steady, precise, auth

The night air was heavy with frost, carrying the metallic scent of tension. Night Fang keep, usually quiet after the day’s patrols, was alive with silent anticipation. Wolves prowled along the perimeter, their ears twitching at every whisper of the wind. Alex stood atop the ridge again, Aeron at her side, Marcus and Soren flanking her like sentinels of destiny.
“This is different,” Marcus murmured, eyes scanning the forest. “They’re not probing. They’re coming for a fight.”
Alex’s jaw set. Her wolf coiled beneath her skin, muscles tensed, energy humming like a live wire. “Then we give it to them,” she said. “All of it.”
Soren, standing beside Marcus, raised her hands slightly, silver light threading through her fingers. Her voice was calm, almost serene, yet carried a lethal undertone. “I have woven protective wards around the perimeter. Any direct attack will trigger disruption pulses. But we must be ready for misdirection. Rex will not risk everything in a straightforward assault.”