A year later, I woke up in Kael's arms. The Greywood cliffs caught the dawn first, and the light came spilling through the open window, gold and soft, landing on the leather projects stacked against the wall. Rory's pouch. A commission for the hide trader. An order from Greywood's pack leader. I looked at all of it and smiled.
Sera closed the workshop two days to celebrate the anniversary. She and Rory decorated the courtyard again. More lights. More moon-pies. The rosemary had grown into a small bush by the door. The duskbloom had seeded itself all along the fence line.
"You've built a life here," Sera said, handing me a cup ofcoffee. "No Blackthorns. No Ashfords. Just leather and moonlight."
I took thecoffee. "Yeah."
"Any regrets?"
I thought about it. About Damon. About my family. A
