MasukThey 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 and the boys?”Nolan nodded once. “I want to be part of their lives. I just don’t know how without breaking everything all over again.”Lance studied him, seeing something rare for his older brother, honesty stripped bare of armor. His own guilt settled like a stone in his stomach. Lance had
Third person POVThe sound of rain had always made it easier to think.It was coming down steadily outside, drumming against the wide windows of the Silver Fang packhouse. It felt like it had been raining steadily all fall. The gray light softened the room, making everything feel quieter.Lance stoo
Nolan POV Rumors had a way of slithering through the halls of Silver Fang like smoke. No matter how tightly I tried to keep control, whispers always found cracks to slip through. I’d learned to live with them over the years. The talk of my temper, of my failures, of my wife had always been part o
Then again, Ellie knew that too. This wasn’t about love or attraction; it was political.After a while, Cassian exhaled. “He’s been around Ellie a lot lately.”“I know.”“She trusts him.”“I know that too.”“You don’t seem worried.”“I am,” I said simply. “But not in the way you think.”Cassian’s br







