For the first time since her arrival—
Nythera felt… alive.
Not just breathing.
Living.
The valley glowed under the soft silver of the moon, fires scattered across the clearing as wolves gathered in small groups. Laughter rose into the night air, low and disbelieving, like no one quite trusted it yet.
But it was there.
Real.
They had survived.
More than that—
They had won.
Nyx stood near the edge of the clearing, watching as the wolves moved through the space that had once been nothing but ruins.
Now it was something else.
It was not fully rebuilt. They still needed time to make it complete.
But at least it was no longer broken.
Mara passed her with a small smile, carrying a bundle of herbs.
“They’re calling it a celebration,” she said lightly.
Nyx glanced toward the fire wh
