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Mira's POVWait.Something was wrong.I pulled my horse to a stop, the pendant from my uncle heavy against my chest."Mira?" Damon rode up beside me. "What is it?""I don't know. Something feels..." I looked back toward Evergreen, toward where Killian stood watching. "Off.""Cold feet about the expedition?""No. It's not that." I touched my abdomen unconsciously. "It's like... a warning. A premonition."Damon's expression turned serious. Lycans learned early not to ignore instincts."You want to turn back?"I was about to say yes when a howl split the air.Not a greeting. Not a call.A warning.An attack."EVERGREEN!" I wheeled my horse around. "Something's attacking Evergreen!"We raced back toward the pack house, and what I saw made my blood turn to ice.The ground was splitting open. Cracks spreading like spider webs across the territory. And from those

Three Months LaterMira's POVI woke to sunlight streaming through the windows of my chambers the Luna's chambers, properly mine now after Kael's official abdication.The pack house had been rebuilt, stronger than before. The fields were green with new growth. Wolves who'd fled during the conquest were returning home, bringing hope with them.Evergreen was healing.So was I.Mostly.I rolled over, expecting to find the bed empty Killian had returned to Redmoon two weeks ago to handle some crisis with the council but instead found a familiar figure sitting in the chair by the window."You're back early," I said, unable to hide my smile."Missed you too much to stay away." Killian crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Besides, I have news. Good news, for once.""I could use some good news.""The council has officially voted to establish the Alliance of Free Packs.

Mira's POVThe aftermath of battle was always worse than the fighting itself.Bodies needed to be identified, honored, buried. Wounded needed healing. Prisoners needed judgment. And a pack needed to be reassured that the nightmare was over.I stood in the courtyard as healers moved among the injured, trying to focus on the tasks at hand instead of the exhaustion threatening to drag me under.Ramona sat nearby, her arm in a sling, watching me with concerned eyes."You should rest," she said for the third time."I will. After ""After what? After you've personally tended every wound? Resolved every dispute? Rebuilt the entire pack single-handedly?" She struggled to her feet. "You're not a machine, Mira. You're allowed to be tired.""I'm allowed to be Luna. Which means ""Which means delegating. Trusting others. Not carrying every burden alone." She touched my arm. "Let Kael handle the prisoner interrogatio

Mira's POVThe hours crawled by in the darkness.I worked the chains methodically, testing every link, every weak point. The silver burned my skin, but I'd felt worse. Pain was just information. Fear was just another obstacle.And I'd overcome both before."You're wasting your strength," Ramona whispered. "Those chains are solid. Silver-reinforced. Even if you could break them ""I can't break them. But I can dislocate my thumb, slip my hand through, and relocate it." I'd done it before during training, though my father had punished me severely for the risk. "It'll hurt. But I'll be free.""And then what? Fight through thirty soldiers with your bare hands?""If I have to.""Mira ""I'm not dying in chains, Ramona. Not on my knees. Not giving Aria the satisfaction." I met her eyes in the dim torchlight. "I've lost everything else. My son. My parents. My pack. My mate. I'm not losing my dignity too."

Mira's POVThree days of hard riding brought us to Evergreen's borders.The land looked different than I remembered. Scarred. Wounded. Fields that should have been green with spring growth lay fallow. Villages we passed were half-empty, their inhabitants fled or dead.This was what conquest looked like when the conqueror left."It's worse than I thought," Kael murmured beside me."It's what happens when a pack loses its heart." I looked at him. "But hearts can be rebuilt. Stronger than before."We approached the pack house as the sun began to set, painting the sky blood-red. The building still stood, though it bore the scars of battle burned sections hastily repaired, walls marked with claw marks and dried blood.But the gates were open. And wolves lined the courtyard, waiting.Wolves I recognized. Survivors who'd stayed behind when others fled. Elderly. Young. Those too weak to fight, too stubborn to run.They saw us approaching and began to howl a sound of welcome, of relief, of joy

Mira's POVDawn broke over Redmoon Pack, painting the sky in shades of blood and gold.The castle was a ruin. Half the western wall had collapsed. The fires still smoldered in three locations. Bodies littered the courtyard guards, rebels, Aria's invaders, all mixed together in death.I sat among the rubble, too exhausted to move, watching as healers moved through the wounded.Killian was coordinating the cleanup, his voice hoarse from shouting orders. Damon lay on a stretcher nearby, being tended to by Margot herself. He'd survived, barely, with broken ribs and a concussion.And Kael...Kael stood at the edge of the collapsed tunnel entrance, staring at the tons of earth and stone that had become my mother's tomb."She didn't have to do it," I said quietly as he approached. "Could have just thrown the charge and run.""But she didn't." Kael sat beside me, and for the first time in years, there was no tension between us. Just shared grief. "She wanted to make sure. Wanted to pin him do