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
Kieran folded his arms. “I don’t need chaos.”“You need disruption,” Felicity countered. “People don’t abandon a comforting narrative unless they’re forced to.”Rowan interjected sharply, “You’re overstepping.”Felicity didn’t even look at him. Her attention was fixed entirely on Kieran.“We want th
Nolan POVThe announcement came through my secure line just after dawn.I listened in silence as my communications director outlined the plan, her voice crisp and efficient as always. Dates. Format. Moderators. Security protocols. The first major debate of the election—broadcast live across the king
Third person POVLance stood outside Isla’s door longer than he meant to.It was an unfamiliar hesitation, one that sat wrong in his chest. He was used to action—decisions made quickly, words spoken plainly, problems confronted head-on. Pacing corridors and second-guessing himself was not his style.
Ellie POVThe news should not have surprised me. My trust had been tested and taken advantage of so many times at this point. I should have expected that someone as stubborn and determined as Kieran would play dirty.I shouldn’t have been surprised.And yet, I was.Claire had seemed like such an hon







