All Chapters of The Moon’s Pure wolf : Chapter 71 - Chapter 73

QUEENETH’S POVThe Space Between StayingI don’t leave pack land right away.That surprises everyone. Including me.I tell myself it’s practical. That someone needs to stay long enough to make sure the fractures do not reopen the moment my back is turned. That the wards need time to settle. That the pack deserves a chance to breathe without another ending slammed into their ribs.Those are not lies.They are just not the whole truth.I take the old watchtower instead of the Alpha house. It stands slightly apart from everything else, stone stacked by hands that no longer have names. The steps spiral too tightly. The windows are narrow and uneven. Light comes in broken, never fully committing. No laughter echoes here. No arguments linger in the walls. Nothing waits for me in the corners.That feels safer.At night, the tower creaks when the wind shifts. The sound is lonely but honest. I sleep on a thin mattress with my boots near my head, more habit than fear. When I dream, it is not of

QUEENETH’S POVWhat Carries My Name Without MeThe messenger arrives at midday.Not announced. Not escorted. He crosses the boundary like someone who expects to be challenged and has already decided how far he is willing to bleed for the answer. The wards ripple when he steps through, not resisting him, just noticing. The way skin notices a blade before it breaks.I am in the yard when I feel it.Not a warning. A disturbance. Amy lifts her head inside me, ears sharp, attention narrowing. The pack feels it too. Conversations falter. A training blade drops and is not picked up right away.He does not kneel.That alone tells me everything.He stops a few paces away, far enough to flee, close enough to strike if he has to. His clothes are torn from travel, not battle. His eyes are bloodshot, sleepless, fixed on me with the kind of focus people have when they are deciding whether a storm can be outrun.No bow. No title.Just a stare that weighs me.“You’re her,” he says finally. Not a que