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 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
Ellie POV“You two are getting pretty close, aren’t you?” I said, looking between Lance and Cassian. We were sitting at the patio table in the courtyard, enjoying the nice weather and some snacks while we played cards.“Don’t try to distract from the game with small talk,” Lance teased. “Just becaus
Nolan POV“Nolan, we need to talk. It’s important.”Felicity very rarely sounded serious. When she told me something was important, there was usually a whine in her voice that let me know she was being dramatic—but that was lacking now. I turned my full attention to her.“What’s wrong?”“I’ve been p
“Hey,” Lance said softly. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry that you’re dealing with this. It must be so difficult.”I stared at him, genuinely taken aback by his concern. I couldn’t help but smile slightly.“Thank you, Lance.”Third person POVHe watched Ellie as she polished off her second strawberr







