Damon’s POV
The city was no longer smoke and ruin.
I’d seen battlefields turned to ash. I’d seen strongholds collapse, heard wolves wail as kingdoms burned. But I had never seen this. A city rising from the earth itself - white stone glowing in the pale light, walls curving like they had always belonged here, towers spearing toward the sky as though the Goddess herself had set them.
Beside me, Rayna’s hand brushed mine. Her silver eyes reflected the shine of the newborn temple in the center, its spires alive with Wendrah’s touch. The statue of the Moon Goddess gleamed at the front, carved in a way no mortal hand could mimic. Every wolf who looked at it seemed smaller, quieter, as though something inside them remembered.
"Beautiful", she whispered into the bond. The word wasn’t enough,
