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Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

Xiao Chen could not help but feel a melancholic gloom. Moments passed as night came slowly. Xiao Chen was beginning to leave when the cognizance of his Divine Sense alerted him to several cubicle alcoves hewed from the stone of the cavern walls. In these crude shelves fashioned from stone were many ancient books and manuscripts which were covered with layers of dust and soot. Xiao Chen walked closer and removed a book from one of the alcoves. He looked closely at it and found its title, "Heavenly Sky Palm".

They all starting walking to the dining hall for breakfast. Sonya opened the gift from her parents while they were walking. She was surprised to find a book titled ‘Moon Goddess Legends and Lore”. It was a beautifully leather-bound book with a moon on the cover which seemed to be almost popping off of it. “Thank you. This is beautiful! I cannot wait to read this.” Sonya exclaimed, hugging each of her parents. “We knew you would like this book since you are always interested in legends. This has some really interesting ones.” Beta Reginald stated matter of factly with a smile on his face.

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And where I can protect her. I brushed my fingers softly down her cheek and she softly sighed at the touch. I reached out in the bond and could feel she was on the verge of waking. She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. As she sat up fast then fell back down against the pillows. “Careful, Alana,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “What? How?” Then her eyes grew big, “A dragon!”

She couldn't figure out the reason why the scenarios had felt familiar and surprisingly, comprehensible to her. But when she did figure it out, the irony and absurdity of the situation rendered her speechless. In her past life, after Maximillian Adonis marked her as his Luna on her 19th birthday, Yusria learned from the Setting Dawn Pack's Luna and received her teachings for an entire year before Selena took her captive.

“Now. You need a new name for this territory. I can’t keep calling it the former Blood Moon Pack. Why don’t you take a moment and discuss it as your first act of leadership?” The three men huddled together, heads bent, before stepping back and nodding at my father. Dad waved a hand, indicating they should announce it themselves. Finlay stepped to the edge of the stage. Morning sunlight spilled across the arena, catching on the damp ground still dark from yesterday’s rain. He lifted his chin. “Yesterday we survived the darkest night this land has ever known.” His voice carried across the crowd. “Today we begin again.” He spread his arms toward the rising sun. “We are the New Dawn Pack.”

The Princess and the Pea. When opened, the scenes unfolded like tiny stage plays. Dolly’s eyes lit up for a brief moment, then she tossed the books aside. She thanked every other child but deliberately ignored Sunny. Sunny had taken everything from her—attention, praise, and admiration. How could she possibly thank Sunny? It was just three stupid books. She wasn’t going to keep them anyway. She would make Sunny take them back later. Nina quietly pointed at Sunny and said to Yuna, “That’s Dr. Wright’s daughter. She argued with Dolly at Firefly Valley. That’s how Dolly ended up with the fracture.”

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

My wounds are already beginning to knit themselves together, the blood just makes them seem worse than they are. Spots cloud my vision when I'm lifted up again. "Run into town and grab Eris. Let them know we're coming," Wren commands. What a good beta... "On it," is all Gabriela says, and then her scent fades away from me. Come back. I reach for her, my hand grasping at nothing. "Alright, Your Grace." Wren hefts me up from the ground. "Up you go."