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 POVIt was a beautiful day, cool and calm with the smell of autumn flowers in the air. It was hard for Nolan to let me go out, his protective instincts still on high alert. But he had agreed to let me meet up with Rae and Lance for lunch.It was nice to have an almost normal couple of hours sh
Something sharp twisted in my chest. My wolf snarled, low and restless, the feeling unbearable. She trusted him at her lowest, when she chose to abandon me. It stung like a slap to the face.I knew Cassian had feelings for her—I’d seen the way his eyes lingered, the way his hand brushed her shoulder
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 POV“Hello, my babies,” I cooed, rocking the twins in my arms. “Mommy has missed you more than you could possibly know.“How do you even hold them both at the same time like that?” Lance asked, amused. He was standing against the wall near the door, watching my little reunion with a fond smile







