Ten days passed since Dawn died. Ten days of waiting. Ten days of wondering. Ten days of hoping the thousands would choose like the ten chose.
The packs lived fully during those days. They hunted together. They played together. They loved together. They proved every moment that existence was worthwhile. That something was better than nothing. That Dawn's sacrifice was meaningful.
Baby Hope grew stronger. She still missed Dawn terribly. Still grieved. Still hurt. But she lived with purpose now. With meaning. With determination to honor Dawn's sacrifice by proving existence was beautiful.
River stayed close to her. The first Dark who chose became her constant companion. Her teacher. Her friend. Not replacing Dawn. Nothing could replace Dawn. But continuing Dawn's legacy. Continuing Dawn's
