“Is it over?” My voice feels so small against the weight of the silence.
Lena, the older of the two, stands beside me, her eyes staring into the distance where the remnants of the Heart of the Wolf still glow faintly. The energy, the fierce pull it once had, now dissipates, leaving behind an eerie calm. But there’s something else too, something I can’t quite place.
“It’s never truly over,” she says, her tone as steady as always. “But... yes, the worst is. The curse is lifted, and the pack is free.”
I nod, but it doesn’t feel real. How could something that had such power, that ruled our lives for so long, simply vanish? I glance at my twin, Noah, who is still staring at the spot where the Heart once lay. He hasn’t spoken since it happened.
“Are we really free, Lena? Or are we just waiti
