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 POVThe knock came just as I was finishing breakfast with the twins.I glanced toward the door, the soft clink of the spoon in my hand against the tiny bowl filling the silence. The boys looked up from their oatmeal with wide, curious eyes — Ian mid-giggle, August gnawing contentedly on his sp
Nolan’s gaze flicked to him. “You could say that.”The silence stretched taut.I could feel it — the unspoken weight of years between them, the rivalry that had never healed. It was more than old resentment; it was instinct. Two Alphas, both protective, both unwilling to back down.But where Kieran’
Ellie POVIt had been a good morning.The boys were napping after Nolan’s visit, the soft rhythm of their breathing filling the apartment with peace. For the first time in weeks, I felt light. Nolan’s presence had left a strange warmth in its wake — not the confusion I’d expected, but a quiet steadi
If Alaric was right, then I was just overthinking things. Deep down, I knew what I wanted and it wasn’t Kieran. No matter how much I tried to force myself to picture a future with him, it just didn’t feel right.I looked up, my brows knitting. “Do you think the goddess would bond me to someone I was







