For two full days after the battle, Crescent Moon territory lay in silence.
The once-bustling camp became a sanctuary of rest. Cabins were shuttered. Healers moved quietly from home to home, checking on the wounded. The kitchens were still, the training fields empty. Only the wind spoke, rustling gently through the pine needles.
The only movement came from the border guards—wolves who still held vigil atop the watchtowers and along the perimeter. Just in case the angry Conclave members decided to attack while everyone was on the mend still. Though most believed the Conclave was too injured to attack again so soon, no one was willing to take the chance.
Inside Nova and Kades cabin, Nova stirred slowly in the early morning light. River lay curled against her chest, snoring softly. Kade w
