Chapter forty
Five Years Later The forest had grown quieter. Not because there were no threats. But because those who once threatened us had learned respect. Or fear. Our daughter had that effect on people. Lyra ran ahead of me now, her silver hair flying in the wind, laughing as the wolves of the guard tried to keep up. She was faster than all of them. Even Kael struggled to match her pace. “She’s got your fire,” he said, coming up behind me, wrapping a strong arm around my waist. “She’s got your control,” I teased. He laughed. “Tell that to the Council.” Ah yes—the Council. Or what remained of it. The old ways were long gone. After the war, Kael and I dissolved the council that once controlled every bonded wolf, every bloodline, every mate. Instead, we built the Circle of Fire and Moon—an all
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