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Scarlet’s POVThe Grand Hall of the Blood Moon was bathed in a sea of golden candlelight.Long banquet tables fashioned from mountain cedar stretched from the high stone dais down to the heavy arched doors, groaning beneath roasted venison, spiced honey-bread, and pitchers of dark blackberry wine. Hundreds of wolves from every corner of our five allied territories had gathered. Laughter, music from wooden flutes, and the clinking of iron tankards bounced off the carved stone rafters, sweeping away the last phantom memories of the war.High upon the dais, Damien sat in the great Alpha chair carved of dark northern oak.He wore a mantle of rich crimson wool bordered with soft silver fox fur, pinned at his throat with an ancient clasp of pure river iron. His dark hair was brushed back, his jaw clean-shaven save for the familiar shadow of stubble, and his golden eyes watched the crowded hall with a serene, unyielding pride. The hardened warrior who had spent months fighting out of chains
Scarlet’s POVThe mountain snow began to melt under the steady warmth of the early spring sun.Water trickled in cheerful, sparkling streams down the gray granite bluffs of the Blood Moon territory, washing the last traces of winter frost into the swollen river below. The high valleys, once choked with ash and ice, now burst into vibrant life. Pale green shoots poked through the dark soil, and the scent of wild mountain pine mingled with blooming dogwood and sweet heather.The great packhouse had completely shed its war skin.The heavy iron barricades in the bailey had been taken down, replaced by long wooden trestle tables where weavers dried fresh linen and women bundled dried herbs for the coming season. Sentries still patrolled the high ridge, but their spears rested loosely against their shoulders, their eyes scanning peaceful valleys rather than watching for witch-fires in the dark.Up in the private gardens behind the keep, the afternoon sun cast warm, golden squares across the
Scarlet’s POVThree weeks of soft northern snow blanketed the scarred earth of the courtyard.The black scorch marks from Ahendrilla’s siege were buried beneath a clean, sparkling white crust. The blacksmith’s forge still sang, but now it shaped plowshares and iron hinges instead of jagged war spears. The great valley was quiet, breathing in the cold, crisp peace it had been denied for nearly a year.Up in the high tower, the heavy cedar door stood open.Joel stood by the stone hearth, tightening the brass buckle of a new leather harness across his chest. His movements were slow, but the stiffness in his left shoulder was nearly gone, the deep wound stitched clean and knit tight by winter herbs and rest. He wore a heavy traveling coat of lined wolf fur, dyed dark slate, gifted from the pack’s private stores. At his side hung a finely forged longsword, its pommel capped with polished silver.Beside the door rested two leather saddlebags, packed thick with salted venison, mountain trave
Scarlet’s POVThe high horns of the Blood Moon sounded three long, golden blasts that echoed through the mountain valley.It was the victory call.From the crest of the pine hill, I saw the packhouse gates swing wide. Hundreds of our people lined the stone switchbacks, spilling out into the lower bailey. Women with flour on their aprons, old trackers leaning on timber staves, and young pups darting between the legs of returning sentries—all of them watched our column approach.Nobody cheered with wild abandon. Too much blood had soaked the snow over the past year for foolish noise. But as Damien’s black stallion cleared the archway, men slammed iron-clad fists against their breastplates, heads bowing low in profound, reverent silence.Damien reined in at the base of the wide courtyard stairs. His black armor was scorched from sulfur, his jaw smeared with dried gore, but he sat tall and broad as the mountain itself.He slid down first, his boots striking the cobblestones, and turned to
Damien’s POVI don’t know if it was instinct, but something deep inside me whispered that something was wrong.Even though she tried so hard to conceal it, everything was brought to light tonight. All through the night, as I took Scarlet again and again, she kept calling my name—and another.A nam
Scarlet’s POVI blinked, forcing myself back into the moment, steadying my breath as I looked up at Damien.He was still watching me, the soldiers standing rigidly behind him, guiding us forward.None of it was real.None of it had ever been real.I had only been standing there—watching Joel being
Damien’s POVIt had been days since she left, and still, I’d heard nothing.Not another letter. Not even a reassurance that she was going to really come back—I’m left with just memories of her. My head spun as I wrestled with what to do next. That was when the guards’ voices boomed from the palace
Scarlet’s POV “Damien, what are you doing?” I gasped, fear laced in my voice. My breath hitched, as my chest rose and fell with sharp urgency. But… damn it. Why do I feel so wet beneath? What’s wrong with me? I’ve never been this close to a man. Never felt this exposed…this fragile. I placed







