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
Ellie POVKieran’s words clung to me like smoke I couldn’t shake off. A political marriage. The phrase had echoed in my head since they’d been spoken, weaving itself into my mind until it was all I could think about.Guests were starting to leave, making their goodbyes, but the party wasn’t done jus
Ellie POVThe king’s palace was lit in golden pools of light, glowing lanterns strung high in the trees lining the courtyard, gilded doors thrown open to welcome in the alpha families. It was beyond what I could have imagined.The air was thick with perfume, expensive cigars, and the sharp edge of p
Ellie POVThe tension in the chamber was like a storm ready to break. Elder Rowan still stood, his face red with fury, his glare fixed on Nolan as if he’d already delivered judgment.My words had gotten through to some, but not to him. I wasn’t surprised. I was sure that he couldn’t be moved, but th
His expression was unreadable, polite mask firmly in place, but his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—flicked to Ellie across the room, then back to me.Damn it.Of all the careless, reckless things I could have said, I’d chosen the one that would hand Kieran ammunition against me on a silver platt







