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 POVThe packhouse looked exactly as I remembered it—tall windows catching the pale morning light, broad wooden doors that always seemed to groan when they opened, the faint scent of pine and smoke clinging to the old rugs.My heart clenched as Nolan ushered me inside, the familiar rush of home
“But I think we can spin it in a way that still saves face,” I add.“How do you mean?” he asks cautiously.“I think that… there may be some explanation that we can come up with that would account for you not knowing my whereabouts and for the level of patrol activity here, without admitting the full
Not intentionally, not directly, but I had let him believe that our babies were gone, and it had shattered him far worse than I could have guessed. Was this what Lance and Rae had been trying to explain to me while I was gone?He was pacing the office like a caged animal, his hands shaking at his si
Nolan POVLance didn’t knock. He never did. He just pushed the door open and came inside, his jaw tight, his movements restless.I’d been in my office all morning pouring over employment records for every person that had worked in the pack house in the past five years. I was already high strung, the







