Sera's POV
We reached Shadowmoon territory as the last light faded from the sky.
The boundary stones glowed faintly as we crossed—warm and welcoming, nothing like the burning warning they'd given me that first night when I was still a stranger, still an enemy, still running. Now they recognized me. Accepted me. Claimed me as surely as Draven had.
I felt the pack's presence through the bond the moment we crossed. Not just Draven's love, but all of them—hundreds of tiny connections, like stars scattered across a night sky. Lyra's fierce loyalty. Finn's boundless hope. Sorin's ancient wisdom. Even wolves I'd never met, whose names I didn't know, whose faces I hadn't seen—they were there, a warm hum at the edge of my consciousness.
Home. This was home now.
Draven must have felt my emotion
