KARIN
The walk toward the residential wing felt slow and deliberate, like a quiet procession everyone understood without being told. The Nightfall Pack already knew. News had spread through the halls and corridors, whispered and carried on instinct. Their Luna was awake. She was aware. And she was no longer powerless.
Pack members stepped aside as we passed. Some paused mid-step. Others lowered their heads. The respect in the gesture felt earned, not demanded. It sat heavy and warm in my chest.
I could feel their emotions brushing against my senses as clearly as a hand against skin. Fear loosening. Doubt thinning out. Something careful and fragile taking shape in its place. Hope, maybe. The kind that doesn’t dare announce itself yet.
For three long years, they had watched their Alpha
