The night seemed to stretch on forever as Nova and Kade walked through the clearing, the weight of the moment still settling over them. The Silver Ridge wolves had retreated into the shadows of the forest, their departure leaving a bitter taste in the air. The Crescent Moon warriors remained, vigilant and ready, but there was an uneasy silence in the aftermath of the confrontation.
Nova’s heart was heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. She had hoped for peace, but peace didn’t come easily. The wounds of war ran deep, and the scars would not heal overnight.
Kade’s hand brushed against hers, his warmth grounding her. “You did the right thing,” he said softly, his voice steady despite the chaos of the night.
Nova glanced up at him, her eyes still wide with the shock of what ha
