Lira’s POV The silence was the loudest thing about the Lunar Peaks. After the screaming of the Void and the clash of steel, the stillness of the mountain was almost physical. We didn't leave immediately. The wounded were too many, and the exhaustion was too deep. I sat on a flat stone overlooking the valley, my hands resting in my lap. They were no longer glowing, but a faint, pearlescent shimmer remained beneath my skin,a permanent reminder that I was no longer just Lira the servant. Ronan approached from behind, his footsteps heavy. He didn't say anything; he simply sat beside me and pulled my head onto his shoulder. "We lost a lot of good people," he said, his voice raw. He wasn't talking as an Alpha to his pack; he was talking as a man to his mate. "We did," I whispered, thinking of Kael, and the young guards, and the Hollowed who had faded into stardust to buy us time. "But they didn't die for a throne, Ronan. They died for the morning. Look." On the horizon, the first
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