DEVAN'S POV
One month had transformed Shadow Crest into something unrecognizable from the ruin it had been.
New timber framed the rebuilt halls, stone masons working alongside shifted wolves to haul granite blocks that would form the foundation of walls meant to stand another three hundred years. The east wing had risen furthest, healers' quarters and living spaces completed first at Korra's insistence, followed by the great hall, its roof still open to the sky but its bones already solid, already promising something permanent.
Word had spread through the region of Hale's defeat, of the Council garrison withdrawn from Silver Moon's borders, of two packs standing united where the Council had once counted on division. Silver Moon prospered under its new council of elders, a system Korra h
