Mag-log inThey 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
Third Person POV“You deserve someone who sees you like I do.”The words hung in the air between Lance and Ellie for several silent moments before Ellie laughed, breaking the tension.“Are you hitting on me?” she asked with a bright smile. “You’re absolutely ridiculous.”“So what if I was hitting on
When we were kids, Silverfang was a small pack. Our parents were determined to become more powerful, and they prioritized it over everything, including us.I was the firstborn son, so there was always more pressure on me than there was on Lance. With our age difference, he was always treated more ge
Nolan POVI’ve never willingly admitted to feeling guilty about much, least of all the way I treat Ellie, but it was nearly 5:00 p.m., and she hadn’t left her room at all today. Considering the arguments we’d been having recently, it was difficult not to blame myself for that.I couldn’t seem to sto
Nolan POVAlpha Alric sat stiffly across from me. He always appeared stiff—not uncomfortable, but poised, like he was ready to take action at any moment. It was almost unsettling.I’d dealt with many other Alphas in my time as leader of Silver Fang, and none of them had ever been quite so on edge as







