Moonstrike Pack
“Zion!”
The soft yet firm voice echoed through the grand hall of Moonstrike Pack.
Arwen stood at the foot of the wide stone staircase, her brunette hair gleaming under the golden light.
Her pale blue gown shimmered — the color that marked her as Luna.
A warm smile lit her face as Zion entered the gate, followed by Beta Tyler, Ryan, Robyn, and several exhausted Sentinels.
Zion walked quickly toward her, a faint smile tugging at his dust-covered, wounded face.
“We’re home,” he said softly.
Without hesitation, Arwen wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight despite the smell of blood and smoke clinging to his cloak.
“You worried me,” she whispered against his shoulder.
Zion met her gaze. “I know. But we won. And… I found Morghen’s trail.”
Arwen tensed for a mom
