It was over. The struggles, the battles, the lives lost, both innocent and guilty, all of it had led us here. To victory. To peace. A new era of freedom and respect for every form of life.Damien was everything I had ever wished for in a man. A great husband, a steady leader, an understanding partner, and a tender, devoted father. My love for him ran deeper than words, rooted in the very marrow of me. He wasn’t perfect, no one is, but I loved the man I saw. My man. My wolf. I was not born a wolf, yet the wolf spirit had found me, bound itself to me, and in doing so became a part of me. Together we carried this role, side by side.Sometimes, at night, I linger by the nursery door, just watching. Four little angels, sleeping soundly, their tiny breaths filling the air like music. Four heartbeats, steady and strong, each one a promise I never thought I’d live to see. Their soft sighs soothe me, their cries remind me we survived. Life had given me more than I dared to ask. And though cari
Ariana’s POVThe newborns were so small, so fragile, yet so perfect. Their little breaths rose and fell in rhythm, their tiny fists curled tight as though they were clutching onto life itself. Holding them in my arms felt like holding the world....both terrifying and wonderful. Damien and I lay side by side, the weight of everything we had been through melting into this moment of peace as the babies finally drifted into sleep.A soft knock broke the stillness. Damien slipped from the bed and returned a moment later with a rare smile lighting his face."The baby nest is ready," he announced."That’s wonderful," I whispered, carefully scooping the little girl into my arms. She stirred but didn’t wake, her warmth sinking into my chest.Damien cradled the baby boy, and together we carried them out of the room. Michael pushed the door open for us, revealing the chamber opposite Damien’s room, the same room where I had once stayed when I arrived in his apartment, frightened and confused, wi
Third Person POV"Our future," Damien whispered, almost to himself, as the newborns stirred beside him. Tiny cries and soft movements filled the quiet of his room, grounding him in the moment. "It’s here."Ariana’s voice carried warmth and relief as it drifted through the receiver. "With everything that has happened, this is great news." But her tone faltered slightly, the weight of reality creeping in. "What is going to happen to their mother?"Damien’s jaw tightened. He glanced toward the door, where beyond the walls Victoria lay under guard. "Their mother made her choice. I will not condemn my pups with her. She will face punishment after her trial. That is all the grace I can give her. Tomorrow it begins." His voice softened as his gaze fell on the swaddled infants. "But these children will be raised by you, my Luna."Ariana was silent for a moment, processing his words. When she spoke again, her voice carried both sadness and conviction. "From the beginning, you said Victoria wou
Third Person POVMichael’s voice carried a finality that settled the air. "They’ve been captured. Victoria and Alpha Leo."Damien didn’t wait. He rose immediately, the weight of the war still clinging to him, and strode out of the hospital. Ariana remained behind to watch over Eve and Analica, who still lay unconscious, suspended between worlds."Where are they?" Damien asked, his voice a low growl as Michael fell into step beside him."In the basement of your apartment. Shackled to the ground," Michael replied.Minutes later, their car pulled into the familiar drive. Damien moved with lethal calm down the stairs, into the dim basement where two figures sat bound. Victoria, pale but defiant, and Alpha Leo, eyes glittering with something between arrogance and madness.Damien dragged a chair across the floor, its scrape echoing like a warning. He sat, posture controlled, though his wolf pressed hard beneath the surface. Michael remained to his right, steady, silent."For a woman in your
Ariana's POVThe battle was chaotic. Claws, blood, and earth shaking beneath the fury of wolves. But I couldn’t sit hidden away in the cabin, safe behind walls, while Damien fought for us. I was his mate. Together, we were stronger. He needed me near, even if my body trembled with weakness from Sapphira’s awakening.I made Analica take me back to the battlefield. She hesitated, worried for me, but I wouldn’t be denied. My place was by Damien’s side, not in the shadows. She helped me lower myself to the field, close enough to feel the vibrations of snarls and impacts, yet far enough that I wasn’t swallowed in the storm. I sat, closing my eyes, and let Sapphira stretch within me, the spirit of the White Wolf weaving her strength into Damien’s. My heartbeat steadied. Through that tether, I poured into him, steadying his wolf, giving him every shred of power I had left.Analica obeyed my command to search for Victoria. I could only recognise a few wolves in the blur of fangs and fur: Dami
Third Person POVThe clash of wolves tore through the night. Bodies slammed into one another, teeth snapping, claws raking flesh. The battlefield was a storm of fur and blood, howls rising and breaking against the trees. Damien’s wolf, Kai, loomed in the centre of the chaos, black fur bristling as he hurled Leo’s wolf across the field with a savage twist of his neck. The rival alpha crashed into the dirt but rose again, snarling, eyes feral red.Around them, Damien’s guards fought against rogues in brutal packs of two and three. Blood spattered the grass as jaws locked on throats, as claws dug trenches into earth and skin alike. A pair of rogue wolves soared overhead, using magic-enhanced leaps to crash down in unexpected places, scattering defenders.Inside the cabin, Analica dragged Ariana away from the worst of the fight, her magic shimmering faintly as a shield around them. Ariana’s breaths came shallow and weak, her human body unable to hold the strain of the White Wolf’s earlier