LOGINFive Years Later Ronan’s POV: The orchards were full of fruit the branches were bending down because of the weight of the fruit. The air smelled like soil and freshly baked bread from the village down below. I was standing on the balcony watching a pup with black fur playing in the tall grass. He was making a pitched noise that made the guards at the gate laugh. He was a boy, very fast and when he changed back into a boy his eyes were a beautiful silver color. "He is trying to catch dragonflies, he has your stubbornness. " Lira said, coming to stand beside me. She looked very happy the purple stains on her hands were gone. She was wearing a gold ring that showed she was the Lunar Empress. "And he has your light," I added, kissing her temple. I put my arm around her. Pulled her close to me. The world was a place now. The Silver-Grip was a place where people could heal. It was the center of a new world where magic and people with wolf blood could live together in harmony. "L
Ronan’s POVThe Great Hall of the Silver-Grip was silent. The air still suffocating to me as I go through my thoughts. I stood before the mirror in my room staring at a man I hardly recognized. The shiny light of the transformation had faded, leaving me in my skin but the scars looked different now.I looked at my hands. They were clean washed raw with cold water. I could still feel Kaels life slipping away from me.“The shadows were so loud " he had said.I closed my eyes. For a second I was back in the mountain pass feeling his heart stop beating against my blade. I had spent my life preparing to kill monsters. I had never prepared to kill the boy I used to race with in the orchards.I leaned my forehead against the glass of the mirror. I was the leader of the Silver Moon. I had won the Great War. So why did I feel empty?The door creaked open. I did not need to look to know it was Lira. Our connection. A steady golden-white thread vibrating in my chest. Told me everything. She was
Lira’s POV The silence was the loudest thing about the Lunar Peaks. After the screaming of the Void and the clash of steel, the stillness of the mountain was almost physical. We didn't leave immediately. The wounded were too many, and the exhaustion was too deep. I sat on a flat stone overlooking the valley, my hands resting in my lap. They were no longer glowing, but a faint, pearlescent shimmer remained beneath my skin—a permanent reminder that I was no longer just Lira the servant. Ronan approached from behind, his footsteps heavy. He didn't say anything; he simply sat beside me and pulled my head onto his shoulder. "We lost a lot of good people," he said, his voice raw. He wasn't talking as an Alpha to his pack; he was talking as a man to his mate. "We did," I whispered, thinking of Kael, and the young guards, and the Hollowed who had faded into stardust to buy us time. "But they didn't die for a throne, Ronan. They died for the morning. Look." On the horizon, the first true
Lira’s POV The final confrontation isn't fought on the snow of the peaks, but in the shimmering, distorted reality of the Void. As the Solar Eclipse begins, the sky turns into a cloud of black and fire, signaling the end of the old world and the birth of the new. As our hands stayed locked, Ronan and I were pulled from the physical battlefield into a realm of endless mirrors and swirling violet mist. The Witch stood at the center of a dying star, her form flickering between a beautiful queen and a skeletal horror. Beside her, Dominic—now a hollow shell of Star-Iron and shadow—snarled, his presence cold enough to crack the air. "You brought the sun to my doorstep," the Witch hissed, her voice echoing like a thousand dying screams. "But here, in the dark between worlds, the sun is just a memory." Dominic lunged, his movements jagged and unnatural. But Ronan, in his metallic platinum wolf form, met him mid-air. It wasn't a fight of teeth and claws; it was a collision of light and
Lira’s POV The base of the Lunar Peaks was not made of stone, but of calcified shadows. As our exhausted army marched into it , the crimson light from the summit turned the snow into the color of a fresh wound. Ronan stood at the front, his hand gripped so tightly around his sword that his knuckles were white. The death of Kael hung over him like a shroud, but there was no time for grief. The Witch stood upon the highest crag, her stag-skull mask replaced by a crown. She wasn't just a woman anymore; she was a flaw in our world. "The Key has arrived," her voice boomed, vibrating in our very marrow. "And she brings a graveyard with her." With a flick of her wrist, the ground erupted. Thousands of shadow-wraiths—the spirits of every Atoner ever sacrificed—rose from the earth. They weren't the "Hollowed" we had saved; these were twisted by centuries of hate. The battle was a slaughter. Silas and the Winter-Fang were being swallowed by the tide of shadows. Ronan fought like a god pos
Lira’s POV The narrow mountain pass was choked with a mist so thick it and filled with ancient grief. We were moving toward the Lunar Peaks, but the air felt heavy, as if the mountain itself was trying to push us back. Ronan walked at the head of the peak, his golden eyes scanning the rocks above. He hadn't slept since the Crag. The betrayal of Kael—his brother in everything but blood—was a wound that wouldn't close, festering more painfully than any physical strike. "Something is wrong," I whispered, my hand flying to the silver-gold pendant. The white glow in my veins, the new power that had replaced the thinning silver, began to hum. It wasn't a warning of sickness; it was a warning of intent. "Shields up!" Ronan’s voice roared just as the first volley of black-tipped arrows hissed through the mist. They didn't come from the Witch’s thralls. They came from the shadows of the rocks—men wearing the silver-and-grey of our own pack. Kael’s defectors. Chaos erupted in the narrow
Lira's POV I rode my white mare away from the Pack House. The comfort of the Silver-Grip felt really far away. The grey mist was around us making everything feel heavy and sad. Ronan rode beside me his back and his eyes fixed on the mountain pass ahead. He had not said than ten words since we l
Lira's POV The iron door slammed shut behind me. I was plunged into darkness. It was not the light that was gone but the only warmth I had ever known. I started running through the tunnel my hands scraping against the walls to find my way. My breath came out in gasps and I could see the mist of
Ronan's POV The iron door clicked shut and with it the light of my world vanished. I stood in the damp suffocating silence of the tunnel entrance for a moment. My hand was still pressed against the metal. Through the iron I could feel Liras footsteps getting weaker and weaker as she ran. Every in
Lira's POV The sun came up the morning with a harsh light that made everything look bad. I had spent the night sleeping a little and waking up a lot with dreams about the altar where people make sacrifices and the sound of Alpha Ronans voice saying I was his Luna. The room I was in was really n







