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
Nolan POVIt was three in the morning by the time I finally stopped.My desk was buried beneath the weight of it. The printouts, intercepted text messages, copies of emails, and recordings of call logs.Every thread I tugged unraveled into another, all of it twisting together into a knot I couldn’t
Ellie POVThe dining room felt too large with just the two of us seated across from each other. It always had, but now the silence between us made it even more noticable.Or maybe it was because I was used to so much noise now. The boys were good babies, but even good babies cry a lot of the time. N
Nolan POVThe tingling in my wrist wouldn’t fade, no matter how many times I rubbed at it. It was as if the mate bond itself had burned into my skin, branding me with a reminder of my failures.Not after the way I had broken it. Not after everything I had done to her.Some bitter, self-loathing par
“I don’t care whose idea it was,” Nolan said, his deep voice thick with emotion. “I care that you left. I thought you were dead, Ellie. You didn’t even—you could have let me know. Just once. You could have let me know you were alive. I’ve been searching for nearly a year.”“I know.” My voice shook.







