Chapter Ninety-Two

Simon's POV

The next three days passed in a blur.

Between restoration work, settling the babies, and managing the steady stream of new arrivals, I barely remembered to sleep.

The quads were doing well. Doc had set up a schedule, and somehow—with all five babies under one roof—we’d managed not to lose our minds. Venus had reattached herself to Andy and Amy like a barnacle, which honestly worked out perfectly. The nursery ran on a sort of sacred chaos, but it worked.

A quarter of the coven chose to stay permanently, helping to fortify the land and continue restoration efforts. The rest? Loria portaled them back to the southern territory—the newly designated Caleb’s pack lands.

Audrey had gone too, but only to make one final move.

She passed the mantle of High Priestess of the South to Agatha.

That still hadn't fully sunk in.

But when she came back… she didn’t come alone.

She brought twice as many werewolves with her as we had before. Some stepped out of the enchanted travel crate in tig