로그인They would, when it felt right.When Cassian had settled more fully into his new role. The pack was adjusting to so much change already; introducing their new Luna could wait until things were more stable.Despite the hardships of the past several months, Cassian looked… lighter.The weight of leade
Third Person POV — EpilogueThe mountains were green again.Spring had taken Moonstone and Silver Fang in hand and refused to let go, draping the valleys in wildflowers and fresh growth, softening scars that would never fully disappear but no longer dominated the land. The borders were quiet now—not
It felt nothing like triumph.It felt like grief given form.When it was finally done—when the crowds dispersed and the formalities ended—Cassian escaped the packhouse.Ellie found him later, standing at the edge of the upper courtyard.Moonstone spread out before them, wild and untamed and achingly
Third Person POVMoonstone mourned for three days.Not because tradition demanded it—though it did—but because no one could bear to stop.The first day was silence. Bells tolled at dawn and dusk, their low, resonant notes carrying through the mountains and into the valleys beyond.The packhouse door
His hands fisted in the fabric at her back as if letting go might mean losing her too. His grief poured out unchecked—rage, sorrow, disbelief tangled together in harsh, broken breaths.Claire turned away quietly, already moving toward the next wounded body.She didn’t look back.Ellie POVThey took
Third Person POVThe silence came slowly.Not all at once—not as a sudden absence of sound—but in layers, like the world cautiously testing whether it was finally safe to breathe again.Steel stopped ringing. Orders ceased. The distant clash at the border faded into memory as horns signaled retreat
When the call finally came—they’re at the gate—I was already on my feet.The front hall filled quickly. Staff lined the walls, trying and failing to appear unobtrusive. I barely noticed them.Ellie entered first.She looked tired, her hair pulled back simply, her eyes cautious but determined. For a
“I think,” Cassian said thoughtfully, “they’re already trying.”Isla glanced between them, her expression curious. “So this is normal for them? The whole tragic eye contact, doomed tension thing?”Lance gave a short laugh. “Completely.”“Fascinating,” Isla said dryly. “Remind me never to get caught
Third person POVThe music changed again, slower this time — something deep and old that carried through the night air like a heartbeat.Cassian leaned against one of the courtyard pillars, his arm casually draped around Rae’s shoulders as they watched the crowd. Rae was still laughing from the last
He exhaled slowly, eyes dark with regret. “Ellie…”“I wanted you to want me,” I whispered. “I wanted to be enough.”These were thoughts that I never meant to say out loud, especially not to him. It felt like a defeat to admit to him how much his indifference had hurt me. His cruel words had been bet







