Chapter 131.

Lucian's POV.The night is quiet. But it's not the kind of silence that I've grown to resent over the last couple of months. Instead, it's a tranquil silence. A sound that I welcome now because it no longer hurts to listen to. This silence no longer threatens to swallow me whole - it wraps itself around me gently. Almost comforting me in a way. It's a silence that speaks loudly. Its message clear:It's over now.You can finally let go of the breath that you've been holding onto.I obey.Emory shifts beside me, her arm wrapping a little tighter around my waist.I look at her and all I see is magic. The way her white hair cascades over her shoulders like waves breaking on the beach. The way the faint moonlight bathes her pale skin a soft heavenly hue, making her glow. The soft lines of her beautiful face remind me of something sacred - something that should be admired.A wave of love and admiration washes over me as I watch her sleep - the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every pr

Last Updated : 2025-07-29

Chapter 132.

Emory's POV.I sit outside on the pack house porch, enjoying the rare pleasure of the sun on my face, just watching life happen. The air carries the scent of pine and moss. The light breeze pulls gently at my hair. The sky is streaked with the golden glow of a new day.The forest around me is calm, but bares the scars of the battles that took place here. They're a part of this place now, ingrained into the soil, the trees, the air. Much like the souls that were lost on these grounds.We will remember them for generations to come - the forest won't let us forget. Just as it should be. They will live on in the stories that we tell to our children and grandchildren. Legends will be born from the songs that we sing. Heroes carved into our history through tales told around campfires shared by friends and family. The ones that survived. The ones that our loved ones sacrificed everything for.And we will be grateful. We will live our lives without hesitation. We will be better - do better. B

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Chapter 133.

Velara's POV.Peace, it turns out, didn't arrive with trumpets and song. Instead, it crept in like mist. Quiet, cold, and deeply unfamiliar.The silence after the chaos is almost deafening.I think of everything that we've lost. I also think of all we've managed to protect. My heart is full and aching all at the same time.Even the wind has a different sound now - not the sharp cry of warning or the howl of grief. It's quieter now. Warmer somehow. It even carries a sweeter scent than it did before. But perhaps that's just me...I stand at the edge of the forest, just where the trees part and open to the clearing by the river. I used to bring the twins here all the time. I would sit beneath the crooked old cedar, watching them play. Running and laughing - their little faces glowing with child-like innocence.The sound of footsteps breaks my thoughts. Vladimir, quiet as always, approaches me from behind. His hand finds mine, rough palm against rougher skin, fingers interlacing with prac

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

Chapter 134.

Malakar's POV.Secrets, truths, revelations, guilt, and this war - we are all broken.But maybe the pieces that we have left still fit together well enough to make us whole again - not just as a pack, but as a family as well.This war - Malachai, his anger and his resentment, has taken more from us than we were willing to give. Cost us more than we had to pay.But now it's over. And he is gone...Somehow the silence feels louder than the war ever did. Looking at what's left: burned-out trees. Scars in the earth. Empty dens.I feel overwhelmed by how much has been lost - and even more so by how much is expected of me now.I never expected to lead my pack through war - not one of this magnitude anyway. Now, I have to learn what it means to lead them in peace again. And that feels like a stranger, heavier weight.A part of me - a part that I find extremely difficult to ignore - questions whether I deserve to be the one rebuilding the future when I couldn't prevent the past...The war gav

Last Updated : 2025-07-31

Chapter 135.

Hope's POV.The sun is warm on my back as I step barefoot into the meadow, grass playfully brushing against my ankles. A soft breeze tugs at the strands of my hair. Just ahead of me, Morgana stands with her hands on her hips, smirking like she just declared war.Morgana has been helping me to shift again. I haven't been able to do it since I fought Malachai, and killed him. The shift happened so easily that day - I didn't have to think about it, it just happened so naturally.Sadly, it hasn't been the case since.I know that my wolf is in there, I feel her just beneath the surface. Almost like she's waiting for the perfect moment to show herself again. I just wish I knew what that moment was.It's been frustrating to say the least - the very least."Well?" Morgana grins, her voice pulling me back to reality. "First one to shift, lap the Oak three times, and shift back wins. Loser has to cook all our meals for the rest of the week."I squint at the distant tree, then back at Morgana wh

Last Updated : 2025-08-05

Chapter 136.

Hope's POV.The sun already hangs low in the sky by the time Morgana and I arrive back at the pack house. The setting sun creates the illusion that the entire territory has been glazed with rich golden honey - covering every possible surface in a warm soft hue. The air smells sweet, like freshly picked wild flowers. Even the breeze is a little more playful than usual as it sweeps through the leaves above.An almost perfect evening.Morgana and I are both still a little winded, and covered in dirt as we walk back to the pack house - deep in conversation and laughing happily about the wonderful day we shared."Well, you two look like you had a great time."I stop dead in my tracks, my breath hitching in my lungs. My mouth goes dry, my pulse grows unsteady - even my wolf sits at full attention.Malakar is standing at the top of the pack house steps. His arms are folded over his broad chest as he lazily leans against one of the wooden pillars.He looks like... a dream. Someone that steppe