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
Third Person POVWhispers spread around the pit quickly. The Luna is here. What is she doing? Isn’t her brother-in-law racing today? Lance was standing with his manager, but other members of his team were starting to make their way over. He could feel their confusion, although they all stayed quiet
The Beta looked at him in confusion and surprise.Ellie grabbed another pastry and walked up the stairs. Nolan watched her go, those ridiculous pajamas almost making him smile for a moment.“Sir…” the Beta said uncertainly. “I don’t understand. Why are you putting up with her? Why haven’t you gone t
Ellie’s POVI took my first bite of the beef tartare, expecting it to be just as delicious as everything else had been tonight — only to be met with a hint of sweetness that quickly turned bitter and left my tongue feeling oddly numb.I dropped my fork, staring at the plate as an uneasy feeling sett
Third-Person POVNolan watched his younger brother, Lance, react to Ellie’s appearance as she left his bedroom, still wearing her cartoonish pajamas.Lance’s jaw slackened, his eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing — Nolan and Ellie had slept together last night. But he knew his brother







