Hours had passed since Mira’s quiet conversation with the young Alpha Riven, but his words lingered in her mind.
The Red Moon Pack’s grand celebration had stretched deep into the night and well into the morning. What was once laughter and music had softened into weary murmurs by servants clearing empty goblets and shattered glass, as the rising sun washed the darkened halls with gold.
By the time the first light spilled across the red banners, the party was drawing to a close.
Mira stood near one of the high-arched windows, her hands resting lightly against the sill. Outside, the world looked softer than she remembered… green and still, the thick stretch of forest glistening faintly with dew. The light touched everything it reached, gilding the edges of leaves and leaf tops alike.
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