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
Nolan POVThe world drifted back to me in pieces.Sound came first — soft, rhythmic, almost like waves rolling in against a distant shore. A steady beeping followed, too familiar to be comforting. Machines. Hospital machines. Then came scent — sharp antiseptic layered over something warmer beneath i
Nolan POVBy the time I reached Moonstone, dusk had already begun to settle — made darker by the storm that was brewing overhead, threatening rain at any moment.Every shadow between the trees felt like it might move. Even the birds had quieted, their silence threading into the trunks like a warning
Just this morning, he’d taken both of the boys out for a walk around the courtyard before breakfast, fed them during a meeting he was supposed to be focused on, and spent the afternoon in the nursery playing with them.I could see the tension in his shoulders when he’d been forced to walk away to at
Ellie POVThe hospital had settled into its usual afternoon rhythm — the kind of steady, predictable hum that made the whole place feel like it existed in its own pocket of time.Machines beeped in soft intervals. The faint scent of antiseptic mixed with burnt coffee clung stubbornly to the air. My







