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The forest shook very hard, and the air was filled with liquid black, silver, and red energy that snaked around. The night was a mess because red, silver, and black sparks flew everywhere. But now I knew that the Shadowed Moon's real power was much stronger than the hit I had ordered. The **True End** was about to show its real face. "You... Moonbound," the master hissed, his power rising like fire. "You think you're in charge of me, but all you've done is awaken the True End!" See your own destruction!"

The next morning, after a week of fierce wind and rain, the weather finally cleared up. As the radiant sun rose from the east, all the werewolves cheered and howled at it together, filled with ecstatic joy even more intense than when facing a full moon. The damn hurricane had passed, and the damn lockdown was finally coming to an end.

Matt said, giving her a playful smile. "So, I guess for now, we just wait until the next full moon?" Camden asked once their laughter had died down, seeking confirmation and a sense of direction. Matt's expression turned stern as he gently corrected her. "No, for now, we wait for you to get better and heal up. Then we worry about the full moon," he said firmly, determined to prioritize her well-being. Camden nodded, grateful for his steadiness and support.

Daniel joins them outside the woods and they go to the woods together. Charlotte watches as her pack hustles to make everything ready for the shift. The full moon has already begun. She could feel the energy surging through the pack like a current. It is only a matter of time before everything begins. The end…. Or the beginning…. Whatever it may… She’ll give her best… For herself… For him… For them…

Alecto sighed in relief and looked up at the full moon that was beginning to appear. Everyone present stopped what they were doing to look at the moon. Rendall and Helia smiled at each other. They looked back at their loved ones. Selene, whose stomach was bulging, stood beside Brient, her mate. Helia and Rendall smiled at them and they smiled back. Rendall's mother, Evelina who was still a Luna, stood beside her second-chance mate, Alpha Montague, the Alpha of the Full Moon pack.

When he didn’t continue, she frowned. “Are you going to explain that or am I supposed to figure it out myself?” Kael rubbed the back of his neck. For some reason discussing Hollowfangs was easier than this conversation. “Mates are…” He paused. Nova smirked. “Wow. This is actually making you uncomfortable.” “It isn’t.” “It is.” “It isn’t.” “It really is.” Kael shot her a look. Unfortunately, she was smiling now. The traitor. Finally, he sighed. “Mates are two people connected by the Moon.”

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a solemn tone. "I, Lucian Thorne, Alpha of the Silver Stone Pack, stand before the Moon Goddess tonight to sever the bond. I reject you, Nadia Woodward, as my mate and my Luna. By the light of the full moon, I broke this tether. May the Goddess witness my words and set our souls free." "I, Nadia Woodward, accept it." As the words died out, our bond severed. My heart wrenched violently. It felt like a physical amputation of the soul, leaving a phantom limb that screamed in agony, as if the colors of the world had drained away, leaving only a cold echo of what life used to be.

--- Far above, the full moon blazed white. Below it stood a Luna reborn, a pack reunited, and a love not even fate could unravel. And in the shadows beyond time, ancient forces watched and whispered: The age of the Moonborn has begun. --- THE END.

The crowd grew quiet, waiting as she began to speak. “Under the full light of the Moon Goddess, we gather,” she intoned in a calm voice. “To bind two souls in unity, strength, and eternal loyalty. Tonight, Alpha Alec of Night Crescent Pack and Amanda Graymoon of the Graymoon Pack join as one — bound by blood, by vow, and by destiny.” Elder Rowan stepped forward and dipped his staff into the glowing moonwater. He lifted it, letting droplets fall onto the altar stone, making a hissing sound before turning into a thin silver mist.

And I would meet it on my own terms, not as a political asset to be managed, but as Aria Vale. The Moon's Child. The bridge between worlds. The woman who refused to be controlled.