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
Third Person POVThe restaurant sat along the river’s edge, lanterns strung between old wooden posts casting warm light across the water. It was quiet enough to feel private, but public enough that no one could accuse them of secrecy. Lance had chosen it deliberately.Isla noticed.She noticed most
Ellie POVThe television was still on as we settled into the silence that followed the chaos. The volume was low, but the dull roar of the panic still resonated.The boys were pressed against me on the narrow couch in the secure backstage room, August’s face buried in my shoulder, Ian clutching the
Third Person POVAlaric did not return to Moonstone.That alone would have been enough to unsettle anyone who knew him well.He left Silver Fang without ceremony, declining the escort Nolan quietly offered, declining even to say goodbye properly to Ellie. He kissed her forehead, touched the boys onc
“She’s completely unhinged,” Kieran went on, rubbing a hand over his face. “Whatever she was before—this is worse. She’s not thinking strategically anymore. She’s obsessed.”My wolf stirred, a low, furious presence beneath my skin.“Where is she?” I asked.Kieran shook his head. “Gone. She left Pine







