CHLOE
The first sunrise after breaking the curse painted the pack grounds in golden light, a sharp contrast to the dark haze that had loomed for weeks. Yet, despite the light’s warmth, the pack remained subdued. The wounds from the battles—both physical and emotional—ran deep.
I stood on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, watching as warriors helped repair broken structures and children tentatively ventured outdoors, no longer afraid of the shadows that had once whispered their names. There was relief in the air, but it was fragile, as if everyone feared the curse might return.
Adrian joined me, his presence a quiet comfort. He leaned against the railing, his sharp blue eyes scanning the scene below. “They’re beginning to heal,” he said, his voice low but steady.
“But it’s not over
