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 POVI couldn’t get her out of my head.Even after the music had faded and the ballroom returned to a blur of faces and clinking glasses, all I could feel was the press of her hand in mine, the heat of her gaze when she’d looked up at me. That dance had burned into my veins, sharper than any ba
Third person POVThe news reached Felicity before dawn.Whispers first, half-formed rumors traded by servants who thought their conversations were private. Then confirmation, clear and damning, from her informant in the southern court.Nolan had confessed his love to Ellie. Publicly.For a long, pul
Nolan POVI had already made the decision.Somewhere between that damned dance and the long nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling like it could give me answers, I knew I couldn’t keep burying what I felt. I was going to tell her.Not in the middle of a fight, not in anger, not as some clumsy ex
It was unfair of me after everything that I put her through. But I had always been a selfish man. I knew that about myself.Ellie POVMoonstone was quieter than I’d expected. The boys had been buzzing with energy since the moment we arrived—Cassian dragging Lance into sparring matches at every oppor







