POV: Alex
The battlefield was silent now.
Too silent.
The scent of blood still clung to the air as the pack gathered beneath the shattered treeline where the fallen lay. Fires burned low in iron bowls, casting flickering shadows across broken earth and grieving faces. No one spoke. No one needed to.
They were gone.
Not just warriors.
Sons. Daughters. Mates.
I stood at the front beside Riley, my fingers clenched so tightly around hers that my knuckles ached. The weight of the crown felt heavier than it ever had before. Tonight, it was not power resting on my head.
It was responsibility.
David stepped forward slowly, his face carved from stone and sorrow. “They fought with honor,” he said quietly. “And they will be remembered as heroes of the Royal Moon.”
One by one, the fallen wer
