The forest had never been so quiet. For the first time in generations, no cries echoed from the mountains, no silver fire burned across the ridges. The wind that swept through Silverveil carried only the scent of pine, river, and the promise of spring. Peace, Collin thought, shouldn’t feel so heavy. From his perch on the balcony overlooking the valley, he could see the rebuilding work below — wolves in human form stacking timber, repairing fences, reweaving the wards that guarded their home. The allied packs had begun to depart one by one. Only a few Frostfang scouts remained to the north, and Ironclaw’s patrols still shadowed the west border out of loyalty — or guilt. He should have felt proud. Instead, something in his chest twisted like a rope wound too tight. Inside, Baylee laughed. The sound cut through him like sunlight breaking fog. He turned — and there she was. Wrapped in a loose gray sweater, hair still damp from her morning bath, Baylee stood barefoot near the fire,
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