LOGINEpilogue 3 Elena’s POV Pregnancy, I learned very quickly… was not easy. It didn’t matter that I could bend steel without touching it. It didn’t matter that wolves twice my size still lowered their heads when I walked into a room. None of that mattered. Because somehow I had become the center of everyone’s attention. And I hated it. “Sit.” “I am sitting.” “Properly.” I exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as I adjusted slightly on the cushioned seat in the sunlit room. My mother stood across from me, arms folded..........not harshly, but with that calm authority that had never needed to be loud. “I am sitting properly,” I repeated. Her gaze dropped pointedly to the way I had one leg tucked beneath me. I shifted. “There,” I said. She nodded once. Satisfied. I leaned back, letting the sunlight spill across my skin, one hand resting absently over the gentle curve of my stomach. It still felt unreal sometimes. I was going to be a mother. I wanted to be
Epilogue 2 Elena’s PO Morning settled gently over the capital. Light spilled across the city in soft gold, catching on rebuilt rooftops and the edges of steel that no longer looked like wreckage but. I stood on the balcony with my hands resting against the stone railing, watching the streets below come alive in a way that still felt new, even after months. Movement flowed differently now. Not scattered. Not tense. Purposeful. Wolves moved through the streets in quiet coordination.........patrols blending former rogues with pack warriors, conversations happening without suspicion lacing every word. There were still differences. Still edges that hadn’t fully smoothed over. But no fear. That was the difference. I exhaled slowly, letting the air fill my lungs as my gaze traced the far end of the district where a group of young wolves trained under the watch of two commanders.......one I recognized from Frostbite, the other from what used to be rogue territory. A year ago, the
Third Person's POV The morning Cain left, the air felt different. Not in the way war had silenced things......but in the way something had finally settled. The rogue capital no longer echoed with chaos. Movement had purpose now. Wolves crossed paths without immediate tension. Patrols shifted in organized patterns. Voices carried direction instead of disorder. And at the edge of the main district. Cain stood facing Elena. The wind moved lightly between them, brushing past buildings that had been rebuilt stronger than before. Behind him, a small group of his warriors waited near their vehicles, ready to leave. Ready to go home. “I should go,” Cain said finally. His voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. Not regret exactly. Something closer to acceptance. Elena studied him. “You’re rebuilding?” “Yes.” A brief pause. “My pack needs it.” She nodded once. “You make a great Alpha.” “I plan to be" That wasn’t a promise thrown lightly. A
Eric's POV The road back felt longer than the one that brought us here. Maybe because no one spoke. The convoy moved in a steady line through the broken outskirts of rogue territory, engines humming low, tires cutting through dirt and debris. The war was behind us now, but it didn’t feel finished. Not where it mattered. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, hands steady on the wheel, but my attention wasn’t there. It was on her. Hannah sat in the passenger seat beside me. Quiet. Not the kind of quiet she used to fall into when she was thinking or watching something. Not the kind that held curiosity or sharp observation. This was different. She stared out the window, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular as the landscape passed by in blurred streaks. Her posture was relaxed, but there was something absent in it. Like she was there But not entirely present. “I don’t feel anything,” she said suddenly, her voice calm, almost detached. I glanced at her. “What
Hannah's POV At first, there is nothing. No dream or sound. Just… absence. It stretches endlessly, like I’m floating in a space that doesn’t belong to anything real. I don’t feel my body. I don’t feel time passing. There’s no pain, no fear, no thought. Only quiet. And for a moment It feels peaceful. But something about it is wrong. That realization doesn’t come all at once. It creeps in slowly, like a crack forming in glass. A faint awareness that this stillness isn’t natural. It’s not rest. It’s… missing something. I try to move. Nothing happens. I try again. A flicker this time. A shift somewhere distant, like I’m reaching for something through layers of fog. Then A breath. Sharp. Sudden. It drags into my lungs like I’ve been underwater too long, my chest tightening as air finally rushes back in. And everything comes back at once. Sound. Cold. My fingers twitch against something soft. My body feels heavy, like it doesn’t quite belong to me yet. My eyelids str
Eric's POV The engine never stopped humming. Even when everything else did. The world outside the transport blurred into streaks of grey and broken structures, the aftermath of war rushing past the windows, but inside Everything felt still. Hannah lay on the stretcher across from me, her body unmoving except for the faint rise and fall of her chest. A medic sat beside her, checking her pulse again, adjusting something on the small monitor they had managed to bring along. I hadn’t taken my eyes off her. Not once. “She’s stable,” the medic said quietly, like speaking too loudly might disturb something fragile. Stable. The word didn’t mean anything right now. Her hand rested near the edge of the stretcher, fingers slightly curled, lifeless in a way that didn’t belong to her. Hannah was never still. She was loud, mischievous. Even when she was quiet, there was always something alive behind it. Now Nothing. I leaned forward, taking her hand in mine. It was col
Cora’s POV The next morning, I almost didn’t go. I woke before dawn, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night over and over again. The laughter. The softness. The way the Queen looked at me like I was something fragile and precious all at once. It was easier fighting rogues. Emo
Cora’s POV I didn’t call them anything the next morning. Not Your Majesty. Not Alpha. Not anything that felt too heavy. And they didn’t push. That was the strangest part. I woke earlier than usual, restless energy crawling under my skin. The sky was still pale blue when I slipped out of my
Cora’s POV The dining hall had never felt so large. It was ridiculous, really. I had eaten here a hundred times before. Laughed here. Fought here. Thrown bread at Hannah here. Sat across from Eric while he pretended not to watch me like I was the only person in the room. But tonight it felt li
Cora's POV The truth didn’t explode my world the way I thought it would. It didn’t come like fire or lightning or some dramatic shattering moment where everything fell apart at once. Instead, it settled into me slowly, like snow piling up overnight. Silent. Heavy. Impossible to ignore by morni







