LOGINRose's POVThe morning came soft and golden. I woke with the hum gentle in my chest, a quiet pulse of contentment. The war was over. The rebuilding was underway. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I had a future.I dressed and walked through the fortress. Wolves were everywhere. Carrying supplies. Repairing walls. Training. Laughing. The place was alive with purpose."Rose!" Lyra waved from across the courtyard. "Come see what we're building!"I walked over. She was standing in front of a new structure. Wooden frames. Stone foundation. It was going to be a hall. A place for gatherings. Celebrations."It's beautiful," I said."It's going to be even better when it's finished." She grinned. "We're building a new great hall. Bigger than the old one. For everyone.""Who came up with this?""Everyone. We all pitched in." She looked at me. "You inspired us, Rose. You showed us what we could do together."
Rose's POVThe morning sun rose over the fortress, painting the walls in gold. I stood on the training ground, watching the healers practice. Mira's hands glowed with steady silver light. Edwin was getting stronger. Lyra was learning to focus.I felt a hand on my shoulder. Magnus."You've done well with them," he said. "They're learning quickly.""They have good teachers.""You're a good teacher, Rose. Patient. Kind." He smiled. "Your mother would be proud.""Thank you, Magnus.""Now, come. There's something I want to show you."---Rose's POVI followed Magnus through the fortress. Down winding stairs. Through corridors I'd never seen. He stopped at a heavy wooden door."I've been keeping this from you," he said. "Until you were ready.""Ready for what?"He pushed open the door. Inside was a room filled with scrolls. Books. Artifacts. The walls were covered in paintings of wolves I didn't recognize."This was your mother's," Magnus said. "Her private study. She kept it hidden from ev
Rose's POVThe training ground was quiet. The morning sun cast long shadows across the packed earth. I stood at the front, facing the small group of healers who'd gathered. Mira. Edwin. Lyra. Three others I'd come to know."Today," I said, "we start with the basics. Feeling your power. Connecting to it."Mira stepped forward. "I've been a healer for years. I've never felt anything like what you describe.""That's because you've been using herbs and poultices. Your power is different. It's deeper." I touched her shoulder. "Close your eyes."She did."Now, breathe. Deep and slow. Feel the air in your lungs. The earth beneath your feet."Mira breathed. Her shoulders relaxed."Now, reach inside. Past the herbs. Past the knowledge. Past everything you've learned. There's something deeper. A warmth. A pulse."She was quiet for a long moment. Then her eyes flew open. "I felt it. Something... warm.""That's your power. It's been there all along. You just weren't listening.""How do I use it?"
Rose's POVThe morning light filtered through my window, soft and golden. I stretched, feeling the hum pulse gently beneath my skin. It was different now. Not demanding, not urgent. Just present. Peaceful.I dressed quickly and went to the infirmary. There was always work to do. Wolves were still healing from the war. Old wounds. New injuries. The healers did their best, but they couldn't do everything."That's where you come in," Magnus had said. "Your power is special. Use it."I walked through the infirmary. The healers nodded as I passed. They'd come to expect me."Rose." The head healer, a woman named Mira, approached me. "There's a wolf in the back. He was injured in the last battle. The wound won't heal.""Show me."I followed her to the back. A young wolf lay on a cot. His leg was wrapped in bandages. The wound beneath was black-edged. Shadow Wolf wound."His name is Finn," Mira said. "He was a scout. He's been like this for weeks."I knelt beside him. "Finn. Can you hear me?"
Rose's POVThe weeks after the announcement were busy. Wolves worked together to rebuild. New homes were built. Old walls were repaired. The fortress was becoming something more. A true home.I spent my days helping where I could. Carrying supplies. Healing the wounded. Offering encouragement. The hum was quiet but present. A steady pulse of contentment."You're working too hard again," Magnus said one afternoon. I was stacking wood near the new training ground."I'm not working too hard. I'm just helping.""You're doing more than helping. You're leading." He took the wood from my hands. "And leaders need rest too.""I'll rest later.""Now." His voice was firm. "That's an order."I opened my mouth to argue. But the words died in my throat.He was right. I was exhausted."Fine," I said. "I'll rest."---Rose's POVI sat by the river that afternoon. The water moved past. The sun was warm on my face. I closed my eyes and let myself relax.Footsteps behind me. I didn't need to turn around
Rose's POVThe weeks after the war were strange. Peaceful, but strange. I'd spent so long fighting, training, surviving, that I'd forgotten what normal felt like.But slowly, I was learning.I spent my mornings with Magnus. Not training, just talking. He told me stories about my mother. About their childhood. About the Old Moon line."She was fierce," Magnus said. "Stubborn. But also kind. She'd give anything to help someone in need.""Like me.""Exactly like you." He smiled. "You have her spirit, Rose. Her fire.""I wish I'd known her.""Me too. But she lives on in you. In your power. Your hope." He squeezed my hand. "That's what matters."I thought about his words long after he left.My mother lived on in me. And I was going to make her proud.---Rose's POVI spent my afternoons with Lyra. We walked by the river. Skipped stones. Laughed about nothing. It felt good







