Mag-log inDalton's POV #THREE YEARS LATER#Three years did not erase what had happened.It simply taught the world how to breathe again without fear sitting in every corner of it.The kingdom no longer looked like something surviving after destruction. It looked like something that had chosen life again. The palace gardens were fuller now, greener than anyone remembered from before the war, as if even the earth itself had decided to forgive what it had once been forced to endure. The walls that once echoed with alarms and war councils now carried laughter, training commands, and the steady rhythm of rebuilding hands. And in the middle of all that… life had become normal again.Almost.Dalton stood at the edge of the garden steps, watching the children run across the grass like the world had never taught them fear. There was something strange about it—watching innocence exist so freely after everything we had lived through.Two of them were always together. Always competing. Always louder than
Dalton’s POVThe moment it started, I knew.Not because anyone announced it, not because of preparation, but because Aluna suddenly went still for half a second, like the entire world had paused inside her body before snapping back into unbearable reality. Then her grip tightened around my hand.Hard.Too hard.“Dalton…” she said quietly. Just my name. But it carried everything.I was already moving closer before the healer even spoke. “Now,” the healer said sharply. “It has begun.”And just like that, the room changed. Not gradually. Instantly.Aluna was guided onto the bed, but she didn’t look fragile or helpless. She looked like someone trying to hold herself together while something far stronger than control was tearing through her from the inside.Her jaw was clenched tight, her breathing uneven, but her eyes were still sharp when they met mine. Even now. Even like this. Another contraction hit her and her hand crushed mine immediately.A sound escaped her throat, sharp and invol
Aluna's POV #Three Months After the War#Three months passed slowly, like the world itself was learning how to exist without breaking again.The Blood Moon never returned. Not even as a sign in the sky.The land healed in layers—first the broken grounds of the battlefield, then the ruined borders, then the scattered territories that had once fallen into chaos under Ryder’s dark influence. Forests regrew in places that had been scorched beyond recognition, and the pack houses that survived began rebuilding with quieter hands and heavier memories.People spoke less now. Not because there was nothing to say, but because everything that mattered had already been taken or changed.In the palace, silence no longer felt like danger. It felt like recovery.Dalton stood at the balcony one morning, watching as workers rebuilt the lower courtyard. His side had healed, but the scar remained faintly visible beneath his shirt whenever he moved. He was no longer the same man who went into that war.
Dalton’s POVThe first thing I felt was silence, not the peaceful kind but the kind that comes after something too large to survive has finally been forced into an ending, my body ached before I even managed to open my eyes properly and every breath dragged through my chest like I had to relearn how to live again, beneath that pain was something heavier that I couldn’t immediately name until my vision cleared and I saw it… blood everywhere, not just scattered drops but wide stains soaked into broken earth where wolves had fallen and not all of them had gotten back up. I blinked slowly and the sky above us no longer carried the red curse of the Blood Moon, it was gone, not fading, not retreating, simply erased like something ancient had been removed from existence entirely, I tried to move and pain instantly shot through my side forcing a low breath out of me as I realized I was still alive, just barely.A shadow shifted beside me and I heard her voice before I fully turned, “Don’t mo
Aluna’s POVBlood covered the battlefield now. Not in scattered drops anymore, but in wide stains across broken ground where bodies had fallen, risen, and fallen again under the unnatural cycle of war that refused to behave like death was supposed to behave.The Blood Moon still hung overhead, pressing down on everything like an invisible hand forcing even the strongest wolves into weakness.And yet… the war had not ended.Ryder’s forces kept coming. And worse— They kept healing. Arms that should have stayed broken reformed within seconds. Wounds closed like time itself was being reversed through something dark and unnatural. Selene growled low inside me.This is not wolf strength anymore. This is corruption sustaining them. Dalton was still in front of me, blood on his side, his breathing heavier than before but his stance unbroken. Vaelthryx stood opposite us, fractured and unstable, his presence bending the air in ways that made reality feel fragile.And I could feel it again. Tha
Aluna’s POVThe moment I stepped fully onto the battlefield, the world stopped feeling like a kingdom and started feeling like survival carved into chaos. Everything was noise layered on noise.Metal clashing against metal. Wolves shouting orders that barely reached anyone through the pressure of the Blood Moon. Dark energy detonating in bursts across broken ground. And beneath it all… the steady, suffocating weight of the Blood Moon pressing down on every living thing like the sky itself wanted the world on its knees.There was blood on the earth already. Not small traces. Real pools forming in cracked soil where wolves had fallen and barely managed to rise again. But something was wrong. Because even blood didn’t stay permanent anymore. Some wounds were closing too fast. Some bodies were being forced back up when they should have stayed down.Death was no longer clean here. It was unstable.And that alone made the battlefield feel like something unnatural was feeding it. Then I saw
ALUNA'S POV At first, I thought it had nothing to do with me.That was how it always began. Something shifted in the pack, the air turned heavy, people whispered behind hands, and I learned to make myself smaller and quieter until the storm passed. Silence was survival. Pretending was easier than
ALUNA’S POVJust when I was about to reply to Grace when the words were finally gathering courage in my throat the doors burst open.The sound was violent. Wood slamming against stone. A sharp gasp rippled through the hall, but it wasn’t fear that struck me first. It was dread. The kind that crawls
ALUNA’S POVIf the decision had been left to me, I wouldn’t have woken up at all.I would have stayed buried in the darkness, where I didn’t have to face another day of pretending this life was survivable. What was the point of waking up, really, when every morning only brought a new version of suf
ALUNA’S POVThe meeting room was never meant for someone like me.I knew that the moment I stepped inside.It was the kind of room where decisions were made quietly and carried out loudly. Thick stone walls bore the marks of past alphas, old victories carved into the surface as reminders of who hel







