Chapter 138

Elora’s POV

They used to say peace came quietly.

But honestly, it never crashed in like a battle or scorched like heartbreak. It just slipped in, soft as dawn, slow and gentle, so easy to miss until, one morning, you noticed the birds were singing again.

The Crescent Moon was finally mending.

The smoke stopped rising from the broken borders. Laughter started to echo where pain and crying used to fill the air, real laughter, the kind that wraps around you and promises things will get better. And me? I wasn’t sitting on a throne or standing next to any Alpha. I was right there in the middle of it all, with my people.

Most mornings, I went to do my Luna duties. I help rebuild broken homes, paint houses, and make sure the children and adults are being treated well in the healer's chambers. I took care of nursing mothers and made sure there were enough supplies to last for the day. Nobody was left unattended.

The young warriors still in training often trailed after me while I inspected the training grounds and asked me questions about battles and all that. It was like they expected me to know the answer since I was the Luna of the pack. They could literally just ask Dante or Dominic who are men. But I think seeing me in the battlefield defending the pack meant I was fearless. All I could do was laugh and tell them the truth... I was still figuring it out, too.

But at night, when everywhere becomes silent and everyone is probably sleeping, I walk out of the palace. Just me, my hands folded, and the sky stretched wide above. I’d look up at the moon.

It looked closer these days, brighter somehow. When it shone, I felt it... Two wolves waking up inside me, one burning, one calm. Dante’s fire, Dominic’s stillness. Both of them beating through me together, two halves of something I finally understood. The bond was strange, sure, but it worked. It was balance, not chaos.

Turns out, the Moon Goddess was right.

One heart can hold two souls, if love’s big enough.

The next morning, I walked out between them, Dante and Dominic, right through the training fields.

Kids wove around our legs, shrieking and swinging wooden swords. Up on the hill, the warriors clashed and joked, their laughter mixing with the ring of steel. The air was filled with the smell of sand and dust. It was like we were having a new start and fresh air filled everywhere. It was nice seeing real and genuine happy faces again.

Dante brought his usual fire, sharp, loud, barking out orders with that wild energy of his. Dominic, steady as ever, kept quiet, but everyone around him seemed to breathe easier. Two Alphas. Two different hearts. The pack listened to both and respected them just the same.

It was weird, honestly. Beautiful, too.

“Your Co-Alphas are learning to get along,” I teased, glancing at Dante.

He shot me a grin. “Getting along? You talk like we’re still fighting.”

Dominic just shook his head, a quiet laugh escaping. “You’re still too loud. That's enough to fight enough.”

Dante glared, but the old edge was gone. The rivalry was softer now, something warmer, something like brotherhood.

I looked at them both and smiled. “If only the Moon could see this peace…”

“She does,” Dominic said, voice low. “Every night, through you.”

His words stuck with me long after.

Later, I sat beside the river with the kids, showing them how to twist flowers into crowns. Their little hands tried fooling my lead but they fumbled and struggled. This made me laugh so hard.

“Luna, is it true?” a girl asked, eyes wide as the water. “Did you really die? Did the Moon bring you back?”

I paused, then smiled. “Something like that.”

“Was it scary?”

“It was,” I said, weaving a petal into her crown. “But sometimes, the scariest things are just what bring us home.”

She nodded, almost like she really got it. “Then I hope I get scared too.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, pulling her close.

When I looked up, Dominic and Dante were standing not too far off from us, smiling. They said nothing, just watched. They were not moving away, just stood and watched.

Later that evening, the three of us stood together on the hill, looking down at the village. The wind blew past us and the air felt fresh. Down in the valley, fires burned bright, lighting up faces I’d grown to love, deeper than I ever expected.

Kids darted around the bonfires, wild and laughing. The warriors raised their mugs, cheering each other. The elders sang those old pack songs, their voices shaky but they continued singing.

It felt, honestly, for the first time, like the whole pack was peaceful.

I looked at Dante. His arm brushed against mine, and I could feel his warmth, steady and strong. He looked at me with that wild, fierce love. Then there was Dominic. His quiet eyes met mine, making me calm. They were the perfect combo.

I saw everything in that moment. The fire, the calm, the hurt, the way we started again. Every decision, every broken piece, it all led here.

“This is what we fought for,” I said, my voice catching as the wind whipped past. “Not for power. Or a bond. But for this belonging.”

Dante grabbed my hand first, firm and certain. Dominic joined, gentle but steady. Right then, between them, I felt the heartbeat of the pack, the thrum of two hearts that stopped competing and just became more.

The moon climbed the sky, silver and whole, watching everything.

And for the first time since all of this began, I wasn’t split in two.

I was finally whole.