The northern borderlands were both sharp and beautiful—jagged cliffs that seemed to carve into the sky. A hush lay over the land, and the air, colder than usual, sent a biting wind over their faces. Below, their pack celebrated Aria’s new title, joyous voices rising into the night. But here, on this precipice of isolation, the world felt quieter, like the calm before a storm.
Aria’s heart thudded in her chest as she rode beside Xander, his presence grounding her in a world full of unpredictability. The feel of the reins in her hands kept her focused, though the quiet stirrings of a new life inside her reminded her that she was far from ordinary. She wasn’t just Aria Hartfield anymore. She was Luna.
But even Luna could feel vulnerable.
The circlet of moonflowers the children had woven fo
