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DRAKE Sitting at the head table with Briana on my right and Peter on my left, I finally feel a sense of calm wash over me. The dining hall buzzes with cheerful chatter as the wolves who helped us reclaim Moonveil mingle with the innocent pack members we’ll now lead. The air smells of fresh bread and roasted meat, and laughter bounces off the walls—a sound I hadn’t realized I missed so much.Aunt Linda and Uncle Jack were welcomed back like heroes, surrounded by wolves who had longed for their return. Jack can’t take three steps without being stopped for a hug or handshake, and Linda’s soft laugh fills the room as she catches up with the pack she once guided. Across the hall, Titus moves from table to table, checking that his wolves are behaving and everyone has enough to eat.But the best part of this morning—by far—was watching the pups Briana used to train rush across the room to her. They wrapped her in a tight hug, squealing her name as she knelt to embrace them. She cried and la

BRIANA Sitting quietly in Drake’s office, a warm mug of apple cider in my hands, I gaze out the window and watch wolves from Moonveil Pack moving in and out of the building. The rhythm of their movements feels oddly comforting after the chaos of the last few days.When we returned from visiting what was left of my childhood home, Linda was already waiting for us. She hadn’t said much at first—just pulled me into her embrace, her rose-scented perfume wrapping around me like a shield against the world. Her touch, her calm voice, everything about her felt motherly, steady, and safe. She had walked me here, into Drake’s office, while he went to get us something to eat. I’d curled up on the couch, still wrapped in her warmth and silent comfort, letting her hum lull me to sleep while her fingers gently ran through my hair.When I woke up, Linda was gone, replaced by a quiet stillness. On the table beside me sat a steaming mug of cider and a handwritten note in Drake’s neat handwriting. Res

DRAKE Sitting at the vanity in my room, the one Briana had insisted be placed here, I quietly watch as she slips into the white dress she and Linda bought in town a few days ago. It’s been seven long days since we reclaimed Moonveil Pack from Marcus and Laura. Seven days of justice, executing those who betrayed their kin and sided with those vile wolves. Seven days of rebuilding what was broken, working with Peter, Evette, and Royce to learn everyone’s strengths, weaknesses, and where they truly belonged.It surprised us how many wolves had been wrongly ranked. Some who had been labeled as omegas were actually gifted warriors or skilled hunters. During tonight’s ceremony, those wolves would finally receive their rightful promotions.“Drake, can you help zip this up?” Briana’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. Her blue eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I can’t help but smile. Standing, I move behind her and carefully zip up the dress, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. She shi

BRIANA "Alpha Briana!"I turn at the sound of my name, one hand resting on my growing stomach, to see who's calling me. Running toward me from the direction of the packhouse is Riley, the young teen from the training group. He waves his right hand high in the air while clutching a basket with the other. I can't help but smile and shake my head at his energy, waiting for him to reach me."Riley, you know you don't have to call me Alpha," I say when he finally stops in front of me, panting hard from his run."I know, but it just sounds cool," he says, grinning proudly. His enthusiasm makes me laugh as I reach out to ruffle his messy brown hair."So, what brings you here?" I ask, turning to open the greenhouse door behind me."I heard you were picking berries and thought I could help," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.I chuckle again and motion for him to follow. Inside, the air is warm and sweet, wrapping around us like a blanket. I hang my winter coat on a hook and hand