Chapter 339 They would, when it felt right. When Cassian had settled more fully into his new role. The pack was adjusting to so much change already; introducing their new Luna could wait until things were more stable. Despite the hardships of the past several months, Cassian looked… lighter. The

Chapter 338 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 the land. The borders were

Chapter 337 It felt nothing like triumph. It felt like grief given form. When it was finally done-when the crowds dispersed and the formalities ended- Cassian escaped the packhouse. Ellie found him later, standing at the edge of the upper courtyard. Moonstone spread out before them, wild and untamed and

Chapter 336 Third Person POV Moonstone mourned for three days. Not because tradition demanded it-though it did-but because no one could bear to stop. The first day was silence. Bells tolled at dawn and dusk, their low, resonant notes carrying through the mountains and into the valleys beyond. The packhouse

Chapter 335 His hands fisted in the fabric at her back as if letting go might mean losing her too. His grief poured out unchecked-rage, sorrow, disbelief tangled together in harsh, broken breaths. Claire turned away quietly, already moving toward the next wounded body. She didn’t look back. Ellie POV

Chapter 334 Third Person POV The silence came slowly. Not all at once-not as a sudden absence of sound-but in layers, like the world cautiously testing whether it was finally safe to breathe again. Steel stopped ringing. Orders ceased. The distant clash at the border faded into memory as horns

Chapter 333 “You did it for yourself,” I cut in, my voice low and deadly. “And you burned everything else to the ground.” Around us, the battle had faltered. The sounds of fighting were muted. I could hear Kieran’s voice from downstairs, giving orders as the remaining rogues started to

Chapter 332 Nolan POV Grief hit me like a physical blow. Not the sharp, immediate kind I’d felt when I thought Ellie was lost. Not panic or terror or the hollow dread that came with imagining a future ripped away before it could even begin. This was colder. It settled

Chapter 331 A thin shield slowed her enough for Ellie to get an arm around her throat from behind. Ellie locked her grip as hard as she could. Felicity clawed at her, roared in rage. When she couldn’t throw Ellie off easily and fell straight back, slamming Ellie onto the

Chapter 330 Third Person POV The fight stopped making sense. Ellie was thrown between physical volleys with Felicity and surges of power that she struggled to direct. The shifts were rapid, disorienting. She could hardly follow what was happening now. She only knew that she had to hold Felicity back,