Chapter Twenty-One: Back Home Phera POV:The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. I stirred, the weight of the previous day's revelations still pressing on my chest. But this was a new day, a blank canvas on which I could repaint my destiny. My wolf purred in agreement, impatient to move forward. No time for lengthy introspection; there was a whole world waiting.My phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking my reverie. Three messages from Axel, Damon, and Zane displayed on the screen: good morning texts complete with heart emojis and the almost ritualistic "can't wait to see you." A low growl from my wolf reminded me of her longing for our mates while another, more cynical part of me metaphorically rolled its eyes. It was as if two versions of me were continuously at war, each pulling me in a different direction. Before I could plunge into that emotional quagmire, my phone buzzed again. Nate was calling."Hey, Phera. You good?"

Chapter Twenty-Three: If It's The Last Thing We Do! Damon POV:Still standing in the midst of our pack members, now lost in a whirlpool of jubilant howls and ecstatic dancing, I felt a strange calm wash over me. As the eldest of us triplets, there's always been this unspoken expectation that I'd be the one to lead, to make the first moves. But right now, all eyes were on her—our Luna, our Phera.Adam, just a few months our junior, was also captivated. Unlike the rest of us, he had spent less time knowing Phera, but her magnetic pull was universal. I watched as he made his way through the crowd to stand beside her. He might not have been as entwined in this messy tapestry of past mistakes as Axel, Zane, and I were, but he sensed the shift in the room, a palpable alteration in the energy of our pack the moment Phera stepped in. She had that effect, a gravitas that commanded respect, even from those who didn't fully understand the weight of her return.I exchanged glances with Axel and

Chapter Twenty-Five: A New Day, A New Mind Phera POV:The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my room, gently waking me. I stretched lazily, the soft sheets sliding against my skin, feeling a strange blend of nostalgia and unfamiliarity. It was my old room in the Red Moon Packhouse, but things had changed over the years. The walls were repainted in a calming shade of lavender, and the furniture updated, but there were remnants of my childhood scattered about—old pictures, a few stuffed animals, and some cherished books.Rolling out of bed, my feet met the plush carpet. My movements were a mix of trepidation and excitement. Today, I was supposed to meet with Axel regarding my role in the pack's financial division and also discuss the female warrior training schedule.I made my way to the adjoining bathroom, glimpsing my reflection. My hair was a wild tangle, but my eyes sparkled with determination. I quickly freshened up, letting the cool water chase away the vestiges

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Training Day One Phera POV:The quiet hum of the kitchen was pierced by the sudden jingle of my phone, a tone I had custom-set years ago. I didn't need to look; I knew it was Josh. My heart did a little flutter — a blend of nostalgia and anxiety — but I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Josh wasn't just a name from my past; he was my past. Hitting the answer button, I tried to keep my voice neutral, "Hey, Josh.""Morning, sunshine," came his voice, that old familiar flirtatious lilt to it. It had always made me giggle once, but today, it was a reminder of a chapter we had closed. Or at least, I thought we had."To what do I owe this call?" I inquired, taking a sip of my coffee."Just thinking of you, is all. Heard you're back at Red Moon. Big news, considering..."He trailed off, and the unspoken words hung heavily between us. Considering we once dreamt of ruling this pack together. Considering the heartbreak when the reality of my fated mates had shattere

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Moment Between BrothersDamon POV:The study was an epitome of ancient elegance. Time seemed to stand still among the mahogany bookshelves and exquisite pieces of art, all testaments to the lineage of our pack. But despite the room's calm façade, the atmosphere within was thick with introspection, remorse, and above all, hope.There we sat: three brothers, distinct in our personalities yet sharing a bond that went beyond mere brotherhood. Our connection with Phera, our fated mate, added another layer of depth to our intertwined destinies. Axel, often the voice of reason, stared out the window where moonlight streamed in, dappling the floor with silver patches. "Every moment she spends with us, every shared laughter, every rekindled memory, it's a stitch in the torn fabric of our bond. But, Damon, you need to remember that mending takes time. Sometimes, more than we anticipate."I drummed my fingers against the glass of whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid refle