Sera's POV
Three weeks passed.
The den slowly returned to something resembling normal life. Wolves trained in the mornings, their movements sharp and purposeful. Cubs played in the afternoons, their laughter echoing through the tunnels—a sound that had been missing since the battle. Vampires came and went, carrying messages between our forces and Lady Elara's court, their presence no longer causing whispers or wary glances.
The alliance held. Fragile but real, strengthened by shared grief and common purpose. Wolves and vampires who'd fought side by side now trained together, ate together, lived together. It wasn't perfect—old hatreds didn't die easily—but it was a start.
I spent my days training with Lyra, my Lunaris power growing stronger with each passing week. I could shift in the s
