Chapter Twenty-Nine
Gabriella’s POV
Dawn’s light seeped through the tall windows of the Luna’s wing, pale and hesitant, as though uncertain what it should find. I lay still, the sheets bunched beneath me, the silken folds whispering of last night’s storms and shifting power. My body felt heavy yet alive in a way I’d never known—every nerve alight, every breath drawn deeper than before.
Ava’s voice echoed in the quiet spaces of my mind: They fought for you. And now you must fight for yourself.
I opened my eyes then, slowly, and the first sight that greeted me was not the ceiling, but the four candles still burning at the head of my bed. One for each Alpha. Their presence hovered in the room like a promise and a warning. Warmth before war. Protection before chaos.
I tried to sit up, but
