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 POV Kieran’s visits had become more frequent since the morning of the attack. It wasn’t unusual for him to show up at the packhouse under some pretense, usually to speak with Nolan about security, and then somehow find a few minutes alone with me afterward. I had stopped trying to question
Ellie POVThe apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the kettle and the sleepy coos coming from the playpen near the window. The apartment was warm, clean, and quiet.The twins were both awake, batting at the hanging charms above them, their tiny hands moving with clumsy fascination as they
When the twins finally went down for the night, I joined them on the couch. Rae nudged Cassian with her shoulder. “You Moonstone men are all the same,” she said. “Broody, mysterious, heroic in a way that makes me suspicious.”Cassian chuckled. “And yet you seem to like us anyway.”She smirked. “Mayb
Ellie POVIt was raining again.The kind of steady, unhurried rain that made everything in Moonstone shimmer. The packhouse windows were blurred with it, the world chilled and greyed out.I’d always loved the sound of rain. It was soft and rhythmic, like a symphony, but lately it only made me uneasy







