Benedict POV
"Stop the carriage right now!"
Benedict pulled hard on the heavy leather reins, bringing the massive wooden wagon to an instant halt at the top of the grassy ridge.
The morning sun was shining bright and clear over the entire valley. Below us lay the ancient timber gates of the Shadowcrest territory, standing wide open for the first time in five long years. Hundreds of our pack members were gathered along the stone path, holding flowers, waving white banners, and cheering as the heavy supply wagons loaded with Southern gold rolled through the outer archway.
"Look at that, Leah," Benedict said softly, his deep voice thick with an emotion he rarely showed. "We are finally home."
"It does not look like a war zone anymore," I whispered, leaning against his shoulder as Ethan l
