LOGINChapter 34 The Light BeyondTaliaThree hundred years after the eclipse, the world had outgrown the need for stories of darkness.The manor was no longer a building but a living heart. Its walls had been expanded, rebuilt, enchanted with light and memory so that every stone hummed with the voices of those who had lived within them. The great oak had become a tree of legend, its trunk carved with names of every child born under its branches, its roots spreading beneath the earth like veins carrying life to the world. The courtyard garden was a forest in miniature, flowers from every climate blooming together, a testament to the alliances that spanned continents and species.I was not bound by time, but I felt its passage in the light.I existed in the silver glow that lit healers' hands across distant stars. In the golden warmth that steadied mates on new worlds. In the quiet fire that burned in every heart that chose kindness over cruelty. Rex was with me, his prese
Chapter 33 The Flame EternalTaliaTwo hundred years after the eclipse, the manor had become myth made stone.Pilgrims came from lands whose names I had never known in my lifetime—continents across oceans, skies touched by airships, cities where wolves and humans and other kin lived in towering spires of glass and light. They came to the courtyard garden, to the great oak whose roots cradled our resting place, to touch the earth where the cursed wolf and her Alpha had changed the world.The oak was ancient now, its trunk wide enough for twenty wolves to circle, its branches a canopy that shaded half the grounds. White flowers still bloomed around our stones, but now they were joined by a thousand colors—gifts planted by visitors from every corner of the world. The air carried scents of spices from distant deserts, salts from far seas, blossoms from jungles I had only read about in books.I was not flesh, not breath, not time-bound.But I was.I lived in the li
Chapter 32 The Eternal Dawn (Extended)TaliaA hundred years after the eclipse, the world no longer remembered darkness as anything but a story told to quiet restless pups.The manor had become a sanctuary, its walls a living tapestry of ivy and memory, its halls filled with the voices of generations. The great oak in the courtyard had grown into a cathedral of branches, its roots cradling the place where Rex and I lay together, our stones side by side, white flowers blooming eternal around us. Packs from every corner of the world made pilgrimage here—not to mourn, but to celebrate. To touch the earth where the cursed wolf became legend, where light chose love over fear.I was no longer flesh, but I was not gone.I lingered in the light that had passed through me into the world. In the silver glow of a pup’s first shift. In the steady warmth of a healer’s hands. In the bond that pulsed between mates who chose each other every day. In the stories told around fires, i
Chapter 31 The Last LightTaliaEighty years after the eclipse, time had finally caught up with us.The manor was quieter now. The great hall still rang with laughter, but it was the laughter of great-great-grandchildren, their voices high and bright, echoing off walls that had seen generations come and go. The courtyard garden bloomed eternal, white flowers mingling with new colors planted by young hands. The oak at the center was massive, its branches sheltering benches where elders told stories of the Lycan queen and her Alpha who had saved the world.I sat beneath that oak on a soft summer evening, wrapped in a shawl woven from silver thread—gifts from packs across the world. My hair was white as moonlight, my hands thin and veined, my body slow but my mind sharp. The light inside me was quiet now, a gentle glow rather than a blaze, but it was there, warm and constant.Rex sat beside me, his hand in mine, his silver hair long and braided in the style of old warr
Chapter 30 The Flame Passes OnTaliaFifty years after the eclipse, the manor had become legend.Its walls stood as strong as ever, but ivy and flowering vines had claimed them completely, turning stone into living art. The courtyard was no longer just grass and flagstones; it was a garden of remembrance—white flowers planted where blood had once spilled, an ancient oak at the center where Rex and I had danced under countless moons. The pack had grown into a nation, alliances stretching across continents, borders open, children of every clan raised together under one sky.I sat on the balcony that had once been my quiet refuge, now a gathering place for grandchildren and great-grandchildren. My hair was pure silver, long and flowing, my skin mapped with the soft lines of a life fully lived. My body was slower now, joints aching in the cold, but the light inside me burned undimmed, a quiet glow that warmed those around me. Rex sat beside me, his hand in mine, his silver
Chapter 29 The Eternal FlameTaliaTwenty years after the eclipse, the world had forgotten what true darkness felt like.The manor stood as it always had, stone walls softened by ivy, windows glowing with firelight even in summer. The courtyard was alive with the next generation: pups tumbling in wolf form, teens sparring with wooden swords, elders telling stories under the ancient oak that had once been barren but now shaded half the grounds.I watched from the balcony, my hand resting on the railing worn smooth by decades of my touch. My hair was silver now, long and unbound, catching the breeze like moonlight. The lines on my face told stories of battles won and children raised, of nights spent guarding against shadows that never quite came. My body had changed too—curves softened by time and four pregnancies, scars faded to faint silver threads. But the light inside me burned as bright as ever, steady, endless.Rex came up behind me, his arms sliding around my w







