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Selene POVPain changes the way the world sounds.Everything is softer now. Slower. As if the air itself hesitates before touching me.I wake to the steady rhythm of breathing that isn’t mine.Liam.He’s slumped in the chair beside my bed, head bowed, one hand wrapped tightly around mine like if he lets go, I’ll vanish. His aura is stretched thin, moonlight pulsing low and restless under his skin. He hasn’t slept. I feel it through the bond, heavy and raw.The poison still whispers inside me. It hasn’t been fully purged. It’s waiting.I tighten my fingers around his.He jerks awake instantly.“Selene.” My name cracks from him like a prayer breaking apart. “Don’t move.”“I’m fine,” I lie.His eyes flick to my side, where thick bandages glow faintly with healing sigils. “You’re stubborn enough to scare death itself.”“Good,” I murmur. “It should be scared.”That earns me a breathless laugh that dies too quickly.Then the bond tightens.Something is wrong.Not pain. Not fear.Movement.I

Selene POVI wake to quiet.Not the brittle, frightened quiet of a pack holding its breath. This is different. Softer. Like the world is resting instead of hiding.For a moment, I don’t move.I listen.No horns. No screams. No wards screaming in protest.Just breathing.Mine.Someone else’s.Warm. Steady. Familiar.Liam.My eyes open slowly.I’m in the healer’s lodge again, sunlight slipping through the high windows in pale ribbons. The smell of herbs and clean stone fills the air. My body feels heavy, sore in a way that speaks of survival, not dying.The poison is gone.I know it before I even check. The wrongness is missing. The cold thread that once curled through my veins has burned itself out, leaving only exhaustion behind.“You’re awake.”Liam’s voice is quiet, controlled with effort. He’s sitting beside the bed, shoulders squared like he’s been holding himself together by sheer will alone. There’s dried blood on his sleeve. Not his.“How long?” I ask.“Two days.”That lands ha

Liam POVKael arrives at my door just before dawn.Not with guards. Not with weapons. Not even with the pride he once carried like armor.He looks hollow.For a long moment, I don’t open the door. I stand there, hand on the latch, feeling the bond hum softly behind me where Selene sleeps. Steady. Warm. Alive.I almost don’t let him in.Then he drops to his knees.The sound hits harder than any fist ever could.“I’m sorry,” Kael says.Not loud. Not dramatic. Just broken.The words hang there, heavy and insufficient.I open the door anyway.“Get up,” I say flatly. “Kneel if you want forgiveness. Stand if you want truth.”He flinches, then pushes himself up, swaying slightly. He hasn’t slept. I can smell it on him. Guilt has a scent too. Bitter. Old.“I don’t deserve truth,” he says. “But I owe you confession.”I step aside and let him in.The house is quiet. Fire low. The kind of quiet that exists only after survival. I motion him toward the table. He doesn’t sit.“I poisoned your food,

The summit did not end in cheers.It ended in silence.A heavy, thoughtful silence that pressed against the walls of the great hall long after the Moon Goddess’s presence faded. Wolves sat in their seats, leaders who had once sharpened claws against one another now staring at the floor, at the truth laid bare and impossible to deny.Selene stood at the center of it all, shoulders straight, spine unbowed. She could feel the shift in the air. Not surrender. Not fear.Acceptance.The Unbound leader rose slowly, his expression no longer mocking, but wary. “You stripped my cause of its anger,” he said. “You exposed my justification. But do not mistake that for defeat.”Selene met his gaze without flinching. “I’m not asking you to kneel. I’m asking you to stop running from the future.”A murmur rippled through the hall.Liam stepped forward then, his voice calm but iron-strong. “This war began because power was hoarded, mates were weaponized, and the Moon Goddess’s will was twisted into pol

Kael POVI used to believe love was a prize.Something the moon handed to the worthy. Something you earned by loyalty, proximity, sacrifice. I thought if I stood close enough to Selene for long enough, fate would eventually reward me.I was wrong.Love isn’t taken.It grows.And I don’t realize it’s happening to me again until it’s already too late.Peace is loud in its own way.Not with cheers or songs, but with sounds I forgot existed. Laughter that doesn’t break into shouting. Footsteps that don’t hurry. Wolves talking about harvest schedules and patrol rotations like they’re ordinary concerns instead of matters of life and death.I move through the territory like a ghost.Most wolves don’t know what to do with me yet. I’m no longer Selene’s shadow. No longer a threat. No longer an exile either. I exist in that uncomfortable space between forgiveness and memory.And honestly, I deserve it.I keep my head down. I take the work no one wants. Reinforcing wards. Rebuilding outposts bur