*Chapter 22: Epilogue*
Five years passed faster than I thought they would.
The first time I noticed, I was kneeling in the schoolhouse garden with a seven-year-old who had scraped her knee and was refusing to cry. Her name was Mira, and she had Kade’s stubborn set to her jaw. She wasn’t his daughter. She was the daughter of Jace and Mira, one of the first couples married after the moot. But she called me “Aunt Selene,” and that was enough.
“Bandage first, panic later,” she muttered, repeating my old line as I cleaned the cut.
I smiled. “You’ve been listening.”
“Of course I have,” she said. “You’re Luna.”
Luna. It still felt strange sometimes. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that reminded me how far we’d come.
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The Blackwood Pack didn’t look like the place I’d returned to.
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