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~RIYAThe scent of rain still lingered in the air, soft and earthy, as morning sunlight filtered through the glass-paneled roof of the Packhouse's new atrium. I stood barefoot on the stone floor, hands pressed gently against the gentle swell of my stomach. My child. Our child. The miracle growing inside me was no longer just a quiet hope—it was real, pulsing with life.I closed my eyes and listened—not with my ears, but with something older inside me. The bond that connected me to my ancestors, to the moons before mine, had grown stronger since the final battle. There was no longer static, no more fog or confusion. The spirits of the Wolfsong line whispered now in full clarity, as if the breaking of Ama’s curse had healed more than just wounds—it had restored our sacred connection to the bloodline’s truth.Today marked the first full council meeting since the war. Nathaniel insisted I remain in bed, but I knew I needed to be there. As Luna, and as the bridge between the old magic and

~RIYA It had been weeks since the witches fell, since Ama’s final scream was swallowed by the silence of the Moonbound forest. Weeks since I had raised my hands, calling on the power of the ancient blood that ran through me—my mother’s, Inadu’s, and every forgotten matriarch who had whispered in my soul.And now, peace lingered like mist in the air.Yet my heart remained restless.Not from fear. Not anymore. But from something else—something new, growing inside me.A soft flutter beneath my ribs reminded me daily of the life I now carried. Not just a child. No, this baby was a promise. A new beginning. Proof that even after so much blood and betrayal, the Moon still smiled on us.I stood at the edge of the pack’s newly reconstructed temple. The ruins had been sacred once, before they were destroyed in the war. Together, we had rebuilt it with stone, spirit, and sacred memory. Now, it stood once more—a symbol of everything we survived.Behind me, women sang in low voices, weaving wolf

~RIYAThe moon hung high above the River Heart Pack, swollen and golden like a blessing poured from the heavens.Its light fell softly over the new village built near the crescent lake, where the ruins of our old homes had once stood. Now, fresh cedar and white stone shone in the moon’s glow, whispering of renewal. Of endurance.I stood at the hill’s edge, my hands resting over the curve of my belly. Seven moons had passed since the final battle. Seven moons since Ama had fallen and Witch Inadu’s spellbook was sealed away once and for all.Seven moons since peace returned.The pup inside me shifted, a quiet flutter, and I smiled. “Almost time, little one,” I whispered. “You’ll be born into a different world.”Behind me, the wind carried sounds of laughter and music. The Harvest Moon Festival was in full swing—our first real celebration in years. The pack had chosen this night to mark our new beginning, to crown our joy with dancing and feasting.And yet, my soul had drawn me here—to t

~RIYAThe witch’s silver mask gleamed like moonlight on still water.She was tall—striking, even under her hooded cloak. Her black hair spilled out like ink, and her voice, when she finally spoke, dripped with honeyed venom.“My daughter,” she said to Ama, though her eyes were locked onto me. “And the Moon’s child… at last.”Ama remained kneeling, head bowed like a frightened cub. But I stepped forward, my voice steady.“You knew I’d come.”“I hoped you would,” she said, circling the altar. “The mirror has been waiting. It only shows its truth when both bloodlines are present.”I narrowed my eyes. “What truth?”“The ending,” she whispered. “And the beginning.”The other witches began to chant again, their voices braiding through the air like vines wrapping around my chest. The Mirror Gate shimmered, flickering like a pool of flame and shadow.Nathaniel was at my side now. Thane and Maria stood just behind. I felt the electricity in Nathaniel’s grip. His beast stirred under his skin. B

~RIYAThe temple stood in eerie silence.The Seer was unconscious—perhaps dead, though something told me her story wasn’t finished. But for now, the chaos had calmed. The Wyrd spirits were gone, Ama was breathing beside me, and our baby’s heartbeat pulsed strong and steady beneath my palm.But something still felt… unfinished.Nathaniel shifted back into his human form, blood running down his side. He stumbled slightly, and I rushed to support him.“I’m fine,” he whispered, his breath shallow. “But you—Riya, there’s still magic in the air. It’s not over.”I felt it too.A pulse.A presence.A pull.My wolf stirred inside me, restless, howling against the walls of my mind. The prophecy hadn’t been wrong. We had destroyed the curse, yes—but we hadn’t sealed it.Maria stepped forward. “The Binding isn’t complete.”Ama looked up weakly, pain etched across her face. “What binding?”Thane wiped blood from his cheek. “The Seer created the rift with dark blood magic. But the true Luna—the pro