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She barked, "Is that how you apologize? Bow down!" I took a deep breath and bowed deeply, saying sorry once more in front of Jack. Jack, looking pleased as punch, waved it off. "Marvin, I'm totally fine. No need for all that, really." Hannah did not even spare me a glance, her back to me as she said nonchalantly, "You'll need to find another place to stay for a while. Come back once Jack's better." I grabbed my suitcase and walked away without looking back. Just then, my phone buzzed with a call from my leader.

Jack looked down at the man who had once been so arrogant—now grinding his dignity into the dirt for something he could never have. The urge to kill him surged. His jaw tightened like a drawn bowstring. He truly wanted to end him right there. The room fell silent for a full half minute. Jack closed his eyes and took a slow breath. Then he stepped back. He avoided the hand still trembling at his feet. “Ryan Spencer, you’re pathetic.” His voice was calm now. Almost detached. “Now you know what pain feels like? Now you regret it? “When she begged you to let her go… what were you doing?”

The moon stares right back at me. That’s the first thing I notice when sleep just won’t come. Up above the Alpha house, it hangs there—sharp, white, slicing through the clouds like a knife through skin. Moonlight spills in through the tall windows, lays silver stripes across the floor, across me. I’m stretched out in this bed that still feels foreign, nerves buzzing, my wolf shifting restlessly under my skin. I’m awake. Waiting.

Moonrest was the kind of town where nothing ever changed. The same streetlamps flickered every night, the same bakery opened at dawn, and the same old men sat outside the grocery store arguing about weather patterns that never surprised anyone. It was quiet, predictable, and, to most people, painfully ordinary. But on the night the sky split, Moonrest became something else—something whispered about for generations.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.

"A chance to have a mother who isn't afraid. A chance to have a father who doesn't use his fists." "Mama... Ma..." Lina made a small, soft sound—a pre-verbal babble that sounded like a plea. Sari sobbed, a jagged sound that was drowned out by a crack of lightning. "Don't call me that. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m just the woman saving your life." As she crossed the bridge toward the suburbs, the rain began to turn from a roar into a steady, rhythmic pulse. The city of Jakarta lay behind her, a glittering web of gold and shadows, and somewhere in that web, Budi was waking up, realizing his bird had flown.

She bent over her work and the lamp burned and the mountain settled into its winter dark and inside the Reservoir the voices kept going, alive and real and continuing, and the story was not finished. It was not going to be finished for a long time. That was, she had decided, the best possible thing..