Third Person POV - Epilogue


    The mountains were green again.


    Spring had taken Moonstone and Silver Fang in hand and refused to let go, draping the valleys in wildflowers and fresh growth, softening scars that would never fully disappear but no longer dominated thend. The borders were quiet now-not from fear or vignce, but from stability.


    From trust.


    Months had passed since the storm.


    Since blood had soaked ancient stone and prophecy had taken its price.


    Life, stubborn and insistent, had returned anyway.


    It hadn''t been easy. There had been questions, investigations, and inquests. The period of mourning for ric had passed only in official terms. His loss was still a dark cloud over Moonstone.


    But that cloud did seem to have a silver lining. Cassian was stepping into the role, despite his hesitance.


    Moonstone, with his urging and wide public support, continued to support Silver Fang. More than support. The two packs were closer than ever.


    And there were two reasons for that. Two little reasons who were celebrating their second birthday.


    The celebration spilled across the shared clearing at the edge of the Silver Fang- Moonstone border, where banners from both packs hung together without distinction. Silver and deep blue fabric twisted together in the breeze, threaded with new symbols-marks of alliance that hadn''t existed a year ago.


    Laughter rang through the air.


    Children darted between long tablesden with food, chased by patient adults pretending not to be faster than them. Music yed-drums and strings, familiar rhythmsyered with newer ones as traditions blended and evolved.


    At the heart of it all were two small boys.


    August andn tore across the grass with all the chaotic joy of newly-minted toddlers, shrieking with delight as they narrowly avoided capture by aughing Rae. Cassian lurked a few steps behind her, feigning seriousness until one of the boys barreled straight into his legs and sent him stumbling backward in exaggerated defeat.


    The twins howled withughter.


    Ellie watched them from the edge of the clearing, her hand warm in Nn''s.


    The bond between them hummed-steady,plete, no longer sharp with longing or uncertainty. The mating marks at Ellie''s throat were faint now, healed into something permanent and quiet. Not a im. A promise.


    They had taken their time.


    There had been no rush to ceremony, no pressure to make derations in the aftermath of loss. The bond had


    formed fully only when they were ready-when grief had softened into something livable, when the world felt stable beneath their feet again.


    When it had happened, it had been... right.


    There was a time when this was all Ellie ever wanted and she thought it would never happen. It was hard to believe that things between them were ever like that.


    It wasn''t that they never fought. They still had plenty of disagreements. But now, they knew that their family was what mattered most. No petty concerns about public image or anything else woulde between them again.


    Ellie wore the title of Luna easily now.


    Not because it came without weight-but because she had learned how to carry it without letting it define her entirely. She moved through the crowd with quiet authority, offering smiles and brief words, her presence grounding rather thanmanding.


    Nn watched her with something like awe.


    He still did that, even monthster. He looked at her like he couldn''t quite believe that she had really given him a second chance.


    Ellieughed as I scooped up one of the twins, spinning him until he squealed in protest, while Lance hovered nearby with an expression that suggested he was only pretending not to worry. I caught his look and rolled her eyes fondly.


    Seeing the two of them together always brought unexpected warmth to her chest. I had fought hard during the battle at the packhouse. Lance had been nearly frantic when he found out she''d jumped straight into the fray.


    The reckless racecar driver had been fussing over her ever since, like he couldn''t stand the thought of anything so much as inconveniencing her.


    It was cute.


    They''d married quietly a few months ago.


    No banners. No delegation. No family from I''s side.


    Just vows spoken at dawn in a high meadow, witnesses limited to those who loved them without conditions. Nn had stood beside Lance. Ellie beside I. That had been enough.


    They were happy.


    Cassian crossed the clearing toward Ellie and Nn now, Rae at his side.


    There was a ring on Rae''s finger-simple and elegant, Moonstone silver worked into


    a design that mirrored Cassian''s alpha sigil. They hadn''t announced an engagement party yet. No one had pushed.


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