INICIAR SESIÓNThey 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
Her fated mate was flaunting another woman around like that while treating her like trash.It would drive anyone a little crazy.Lance felt like he understood Ellie a little better now, though he would deny that he felt anything stronger than pity for her. Still, his opinion of Felicity had hit rock
Third Person POV“This is your boat?” Ellie said in disbelief as they approached the gangplank of the enormous yacht.“Did you think I was talking about a fishing boat?” Lance laughed.“This is like… a floating house. Or a city block. I don’t even know what to compare it to—it’s huge.”“Yeah, it’s…
Nolan POVIt was definitely not my imagination, something was going on with Lance. He was standing across the room, openly glaring at me and Felicity.At first, I thought Ellie’s insults had just gotten to him, but that’s not it. He’s been at the house a lot more, not every day, but at least once a
Ellie POVI always felt uncomfortable sitting in the waiting room, waiting for a doctor’s appointment. But the feeling was worse now that I was in my OB/GYN’s office, waiting for a pregnancy check-up.Today I’d have an ultrasound. It was my first real chance to see the baby, and even though I knew i







