⋅ ⋅ ❦ Blaire Rose ❦ ⋅ ⋅ Zayn, Nolan, and I slowly walked back to the lounge, the emptiness of the foyer lingering behind us. I sank into the sofa, letting out a long, shuddering breath as Zayn sat beside me and pulled me flush against his side. “It’s finally over,” I murmured, resting my head against his shoulder. “What’s over?” Zayn asked softly, his fingers gently tracing small, soothing circles along my arm. “Everything,” I sighed, looking up into his eyes. “The wars, the betrayals, the endless fear... We finally have true peace, Zayn. Our pack is safe, our daughter is stepping into her destiny, and we survived.” I turned my head toward Nolan, a tender smile touching my lips. “And Nolan has grown into such a great man.” Nolan offered a small, appreciative smirk. “Thank you, Luna,” he said, letting out a quiet laugh that rippled through the room. Relief settled over my heart. For the first time in years, I wasn't waiting for the next attack, the next betrayal, or the next
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