Chapter 63 : Moonpath Summit II
Al's POV
In that sacred stillness, I felt something stirring—not quite peace, but a quiet strength born from shared burden.
The air was heavy with vows, yet strangely light—like the first breath after a storm.
We weren’t just preparing for war anymore.
We were becoming something the Stoneheart Pack had never accounted for:
United.
Not by fear. Not by desperation.
But by choice.
By bond.
And by something far older than blood itself.
Moonlight streamed through the high arched windows, pure and silver, washing over every bowed head and worn face. It caught in the edges of armor, the sheen of fur, the faint gleam of the crescent marks still glowing faintly across our chests. The light didn’t just touch us—it anointed us, as if the Moon herself were be
