Edward’s POV
Three days.
That’s how long the world has been quiet. Three days since the mountains shook, the veil sealed, and the light swallowed her. Three days since I last heard her voice whisper through the bond.
And every minute since then has felt like a lifetime.
The pack believes it’s over. The healers say the rift is gone, that the balance is restored, that Kora’s sacrifice was the price that saved us all. They speak her name with reverence, like she’s already turned into some kind of legend — the Luna who burned herself into the stars.
But I can’t stand hearing it.
Because she’s not a story. She’s mine.
And I refuse to believe she’s gone.
The nights are the worst. The silence presses too hard, and the scent of her still lingers in every corner of the room. I find myself s
