Chapter 13: The First Light
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Chapter 13: The First Light
And for the first time in five years, I slept without planning for betrayal.
When I woke, the sun was already high. No guards at my door. No whispers in the halls. Just quiet. The kind of quiet that meant the pack felt safe.
I found Keal in the war room, maps spread across the table, a cup of coffee gone cold beside him. He looked up when I entered, and for a second, he didn’t hide it. Relief.
“You’re up early,” he said.
“So are you.”
He pushed the map toward me. “Border scouts report no rogue movement for three days. Mira says the healers’ stocks are full. Even the elders stopped arguing.”
I traced the border line with my finger. “It’s working.”
“It’s working because of you.”
I shook my head. “Because of us. Partners, remember?”
He smiled, small and real. “Partners.”
We stood there for a moment, the silence between us different now. Not heavy. Not dangerous. Just… steady.
Mira burst in a second later, breathless. “Luna, Alpha—you need to see this.”
She held out a folded note. The wax seal was unfamiliar. Rogue mark.
My stomach dropped. “They’re back?”
“No,” Mira said. “They’re surrendering.”
I opened it. One line, written in shaky script:
_We were sent. We were wrong. Mercy._
Keal read over my shoulder and muttered, “A trap.”
“Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe it’s the start of something else.”
I looked up at him. “We can’t rebuild a pack if we keep fighting every shadow. We need to know who sent them.”
Keal nodded. “Then we find out.”
Outside, the pack was moving. Training, laughing, living. For the first time since I came back, it didn’t feel like I was fighting to hold it together. It felt like it was holding itself.
And I was finally part of it.
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