LOGINChapter 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
Chapter 28 The Long ShadowTaliaTen years after the eclipse, the manor had become something I never dared dream of as a child: a place of noise, of warmth, of unbreakable bonds.The great hall rang with laughter every evening. Pups from allied packs trained in the courtyard alongside my own children. The forests were thick with game, the rivers full of fish, and the nights quiet enough that we left windows open to let in the breeze. Moonshadow had grown into a beacon—packs came from across the continent seeking alliance, healing, or simply the chance to see the Lycan queen who had closed the veil and ended the darkness.But queens carry crowns no one sees.I stood on the balcony of our chambers, watching the sun set behind the western ridge, painting the sky in fire and rose. My hand rested on the railing, the wood worn smooth by years of my touch. Below, Rowan—now thirteen, tall and lean like his father, with my silver-grey coat when he shifted—sparred with a group
Chapter 27 The Reckoning of ShadowsTaliaFive years had passed since the eclipse, but some nights the darkness still found its way into my dreams.I woke with a gasp, silver light flickering across the walls before I could rein it in. The room was quiet, the fire burned low, and Rex was already sitting up beside me, his hand on my back, grounding me before the light could flare too bright.“Again?” he asked, voice rough with sleep but steady.I nodded, swallowing the lingering taste of ash and fear. “The same one. The veil tearing. The children…” I couldn’t finish.He pulled me against his chest, his arms strong around me, his heartbeat a calm drum beneath my ear. “It’s just a dream, love. The veil is sealed. The scouts report nothing. The borders are quiet.”I knew he was right. The world had changed. Packs that had once warred now traded, children from distant clans trained in our courtyard, and the land itself seemed to breathe easier, forests thicker, riv
Chapter 26 The Weight of PeaceTaliaPeace is heavier than war.I learned that in the weeks after the eclipse.The manor was whole again: windows repaired, walls scrubbed clean of blood, the courtyard blooming with wildflowers that had never grown here before. The pack thrived. Pups chased each other across the grass. Ironclaw visitors came and went freely, their laughter echoing through halls that had once known only silence and fear. Rowan and Lyra grew like weeds, shifting at will, tumbling over each other in fur and skin, red eyes bright with a joy I had never known as a child.And still, some nights, I woke gasping.The dream was always the same: the tear in the sky reopening, shadows pouring through, Rex’s roar cut short, my children’s voices swallowed by darkness. I would jolt upright, heart hammering, silver light flickering across my skin before I could control it. Rex was always there, arms around me before the light could flare too bright, his voice l
Chapter 25 The Dawn AfterTaliaThe first thing I felt when consciousness returned was pain.Not the sharp, tearing kind from claws or blades, but a deep, bone-weary ache that settled in every muscle, every joint, every breath. My body felt like it had been wrung out and left in the sun to dry. The silver fire that had burned so bright inside me was now a faint ember, flickering low, exhausted.I opened my eyes to a sky the color of fresh cream, streaked with rose and gold. Dawn. Real dawn. The eclipse was over. The world had survived.I was lying on soft grass in the ancient clearing, the standing stones cool against my back. Someone had wrapped me in Rex’s cloak; it smelled of him, of pine and blood and home. My head rested in his lap, his fingers threading gently through my hair, over and over, like he was afraid if he stopped I might slip away.His face was the first thing I saw clearly. Stubble dark along his jaw, dried blood crusted at his temple, eyes red-







