Four and a half months had passed since the final battle that ended the war with Ironfang.
Silverpine was slowly blooming again. The scars on the land were fading — fallen trees cleared, homes repaired, and new gardens planted.
The pack link felt warmer, steadier, and more unified with each passing week. Young wolves trained with enthusiasm, mothers proudly showed off their pups, and even the most stubborn elders had begun to soften toward their new Luna.
Elena’s pregnancy had become the quiet heartbeat of the pack.
Her belly had grown into a gentle, rounded swell that she often rested her hand on without thinking. The healers confirmed it — she was carrying Luke’s pup, healthy and strong.
The news had brought joy and renewed hope to Silverpine. Gifts of soft furs, tiny carved woode
