Three Years Later The great hall of the pack house, once dark and imposing, was now filled with life, laughter, and the warm scent of freshly baked pastries. Afternoon sunlight painted long, golden streaks across the wooden floor, where a dozen wolf pups were tumbling over one another in play. “You’ll never catch me, Mom!” a small boy’s voice rang out, bright as silver. Laughing, Elariana darted around one of the pillars. Her hair was no longer pulled into a tight bun; a few loose strands danced around her face as she chased after her son. Little Aiden, three years old, had inherited his father’s dark hair and steely gaze, but his movements carried his mother’s lightness, and in his eyes shimmered that ancient, silvery glow that marked the blood of the Luna. “I bet I will, you little rascal!” Elariana teased, making a playful dive and nearly catching the hem of his shirt. Giggling, Aiden fled onward, tumbling over a pile of soft cushions the o
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