Peace had a sound.
Crystal never realized that until the war ended.
It wasn’t silence.
Silence was too empty, too cold, too reminiscent of the valley soaked in blood and moonfire.
Peace was something else entirely.
It was the steady hum of pack life returning to normal.
It was pups laughing in the training fields again.
It was the smell of bread baking in the communal kitchens.
It was warriors sharpening blades out of habit rather than fear.
It was the low rumble of Maverick’s wolf purring against her back when he thought she was asleep.
For the first time in months, Crystal could breathe without feeling like the world might collapse if she exhaled wrong.
The Bloodstone Pack was healing.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Together.
The twins—Aurora Dawn and Ember Dusk—were nearly six months
