All Chapters of Three Alpha's, One Reckoning, (Wake by the Ancient): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sable's POV---Something is wrong with the light, and I am the only one who notices.It started three days ago. A flicker. A dimming. A pulse that skipped like a heartbeat losing its rhythm. I felt it in my chest, in my bones, in the core of what I have become.The Twilight is unbalanced.I have not told them. I cannot tell them. They have been through so much. They have sacrificed everything. They deserve peace.But the light is fading.And I do not know how to stop it.---"You are pale."Merrick's voice cuts through my thoughts. We are in the council chamber, reviewing reports from the eastern packs. I have not heard a word he said."I am fine.""You are lying."I look at him. His eyes are sharp. Calculating. He sees everything. He always has."I am tired. That is all.""You have been tired for days. You have been distant for days." He pauses. "You have been hiding something for days.""I am not hiding anything.""Do not lie to me." His voice is quiet. Hurt. "We have been through

Sable's POV---I wake to warmth, and for the first time in weeks, I can feel it.The sun is streaming through the windows. Golden. Bright. Alive. And I can feel it. Not just on my skin. In my chest. In my bones. In the space where the light and darkness used to fight.They are not fighting anymore.They are one.I sit up slowly. I look at my hands. They are the same. But they are not. There is something different. Something calm. Something whole.The door opens."You are awake."Garrick stands in the doorway. His hair is messy. His eyes are tired. But there is something else there. Something I have not seen in weeks.Hope."I am awake," I say."How do you feel?""Whole." I pause. "For the first time in a long time. Whole."He walks toward me. He sits on the edge of the bed. He takes my hand. The touch is warm. Real. Human."We were so scared," he whispers. "We thought we lost you.""You did not lose me. I am here.""But you changed.""Yes." I squeeze his hand. "I changed. But I am st

Sable's POV---The sun rises on a world I never thought I would deserve, and for the first time, I let myself believe I do.One year has passed since the change. One year since the light and darkness became one inside me. One year since I stopped being the Twilight and started being something else entirely.Something new. Something whole. Something that has no name.The Silver Hollow has grown. Not just in size but in spirit. The city spills beyond the valley now, reaching into the mountains, stretching toward the sea. Moon-Touched. Pack wolves. Hybrids. Outcasts. Everyone who never fit anywhere else. Everyone who found a home here.We call it the Silver City now. Not because of the flowers or the moon or the magic. Because of the people. Because of the light they carry inside them.I walk through the streets every morning. I greet the children. I listen to the elders. I help where I can. It is not glamorous work. It is not heroic. But it is important.Because the Heart of the Pack i

Sable's POV---The Frost Wraith is sealed, but something is wrong with Stellan, and I am the only one who notices.It has been three days since we returned from the mountains. Three days since we sealed the ancient predator. Three days since the Northern Pack swore their loyalty to the Heart of the Pack.But Stellan has not spoken. Not really. He answers questions with nods. He eats because we make him. He sleeps because his body demands it. But the light in his pale eyes has dimmed.I find him in the gardens at midnight.He is sitting among the silver flowers. His hands are folded in his lap. His face is empty."Stellan."He does not look at me."Stellan."He blinks. He turns his head. His eyes focus on me. But there is something behind them. Something I have never seen before.Fear."I cannot see," he whispers."What do you mean?""The future. I cannot see it. Not since the Frost Wraith." His voice cracks. "I am blind."---I sit beside him. I take his hand."You are not blind. You

Sable's POV---The morning Stellan smiles again, I know we have not lost him.It has been a week since the long night. A week since I held him in his room and refused to let go. A week since he whispered those terrible words and I promised him he was not alone.He is still not whole. He still cannot see the future. But he is here. He is eating. He is sleeping. He is walking through the gardens every morning, touching the silver flowers, breathing the cold air.He is alive.And that is enough.---I find him in the garden at dawn.He is sitting among the flowers. His eyes are closed. His face is peaceful. But when he hears my footsteps, he opens his eyes. And he smiles.A real smile. The first one in weeks."You are here," he says."I am here.""How do you feel?""Better." He pauses. "Not whole. Not yet. But better."He stands. He walks toward me. He takes my hand."I saw something," he says. "In my dreams. For the first time in weeks, I saw something.""What did you see?""I saw hope