The first rays of sunlight pierced through the crimson-tinged sky over Shadowveil, marking the true beginning of a new era. The siege was over, but the war’s scars ran deep — not just on the stone walls and rune barriers, but in the hearts of every wolf who had fought and lost loved ones. Liora Voss stood on the highest balcony of the central stronghold, the silver dagger at her thigh a comforting weight. The Eclipse Shadow Curse was quiet now, sated after the eclipse’s peak, but the power it had granted her remained, humming beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.
Riven Nightshade joined her, his powerful arms wrapping around her waist from behind. His obsidian horns brushed gently against her silver-blonde hair as he nuzzled her neck. “The war is over,” he murmured, voice low and warm
