LOGIN"They'll never get tired of that story," she murmured. "Good. They should know what we went through to get here. What we survived." She pulled me to a stop, looking up at me with those eyes that still made my heart skip. "I'm glad you came for me. Even though I would have been okay eventually. I'm
"That's how you killed him?" This from Marcus, practical as always. "With the bond?" "With the bond and with magic and with determination to protect what we loved." I touched Hope's hair, then Marcus's. "To protect our future. Our chance at the family we'd been trying to build for seven lifetimes."
Chapter 159 Epilogue **Ronan's POV** "Tell us again, Papa." Hope tugged on my sleeve, her golden eyes bright in the firelight. "Tell us about the Shadow Realm." "You've heard that story a hundred times," I said, but I was already settling into the big chair by the fire. Marcus climbed into my ot
"I can't do this," I gasped as another wave of pain hit. "It's too much. I can't." "Yes, you can." Ronan's voice was steady even though I could feel his terror through the bond. "You fought Silas. You survived the Shadow Realm. You can do this." "That was easier," I groaned. He actually laughed.
The bond blazed so bright I could barely breathe. His emotions crashed into mine. Love and regret and hope and determination all tangled together. Helena turned to me. "Your vows, Lunara." My birth name. My true name. It still felt strange to hear it. I looked at Ronan and suddenly all my prepare
Chapter 158 **Evangeline's POV** The moon hung full and silver above us, so bright it hurt to look at directly. I stood at the edge of the clearing, barefoot in the grass, and tried to remember how to breathe. My dress was simple. White silk that moved like water. No train. No veil. Just me and t
A muscle in Ronan's jaw twitched, but his voice remained steady. "My father will understand that I was upholding pack law." "Will he?" Councilman Hartwell asked with a cold smile. "When it comes to defending... questionable elements?" "What evidence?" Ronan interrupted. "Manufactured testimony f
"He defended an innocent student," my mother said. "That shows good character." "It shows weakness." "Does it? Or does it show strength?" She moved to stand beside me, her presence offering comfort I desperately needed. "Standing up for what's right, even when it's difficult, is exactly what an
"Nothing," I whispered. "She's nothing to me." "Then why defend her?" "Because it was the right thing to do." My father released my chin and stepped back. "The right thing? Let me tell you about the right thing, son. The right thing is protecting your pack's interests. The right thing is honor
**Evangeline's POV** My tiny apartment felt like a prison cell. The walls pressed in on me from all sides, making it hard to breathe. I'd been pacing the same three steps back and forth for hours, my bare feet wearing a path in the old carpet. The council meeting felt like it happened years ago







