Moonlight spilled through the window, casting gentle pools of silver across the wooden floorboards of Aria’s home. The air was still and heavy with the silence of the night, with only the occasional whisper of wind rustling the trees outside. The pack slept peacefully beneath a sky strewn with stars, their breathing deep and steady. But inside, in the calm following their recent triumph, something was amiss—something was creeping, unseen, and heartbreakingly familiar.
Aria stirred in her sleep, her body restless as the baby shifted within her. She had been awake late, finishing notes from the courthouse assembly, updating healer records by the dim light of the fire. Unwilling to let the victory of Luna’s Law settle before the ink had dried, she’d worked until exhaustion forced her to rest
