One year after the war ended, Silvercrest celebrated its first anniversary of peace.
No ceremony. No formal event. Just the pack gathering at Moon Lake for an evening of food and music. Casual. Comfortable. Normal.
Sera watched from the shore as wolves mingled. The survivors have fully integrated and are now indistinguishable from the original pack members. Pups playing—some born after the war, knowing nothing of conspiracies or networks. Just ordinary childhoods.
“Stop analyzing,” Marcus said, appearing beside her. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“I am relaxing. I’m just also observing.”
“You’re working. There’s a difference.” He pulled her toward the gathering. “Come eat. Luna made her specialty.”
The food was abundant. Pack members had contributed dishes from their home territor
