LOGINThey 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
“Do you still love him?” I looked up sharply, caught off guard by the directness of the question. “I… I don’t know.” The words tasted like a lie, and I dropped my gaze to the desk again. He waited patiently, as if he already knew I needed space to answer. “I loved him,” I said finally. “That mu
My fingers stilled on the fabric. “Forward into what, exactly?”He frowned slightly. “A future together. One where you don’t have to look over your shoulder, or worry about old ghosts.”I knew who he meant; he didn’t have to say Nolan’s name for me to hear it in every syllable.“I haven’t seen him s
My chest tightened. “I should’ve been there.”Her eyes flicked to mine, full of quiet understanding. “You’re here now.”I nodded slowly, the words settling deep inside me.I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with her for keeping me away. Her reasons made perfect sense to me. If the roles were revers
Ellie POVThe next morning was gray and still, the kind of morning where the fog clung low over the packhouse and the world felt muted — as if holding its breath.I stood near the window of the guest room I used at the Moonstone packhouse, a mug of tea cooling in my hands. The events of the previous







