The moon cast a silver glow over the lands of the Moonstone Pack. The air was scented with pine and damp earth as the gentle breeze rustled through the tall trees. Nadia sat alone on the balcony of the Alpha den, looking upwards, her heart weighed down by the endless turns that her life had been taking.
A soft breeze brushed her skin, but even that was not enough to temper the storm brewing inside. So much had happened—betrayer, love, unlikely friendships, and bitter family scandals. And yet, she was still standing. Stronger, wiser, and more determined.
Damien moved in beside her, two cups of hot herbal tea steaming in his hands. He handed one to her and sat down, his arm slipping around her shoulders protectively.
“You’ve been out here a while,” he said softly. “Couldn't sleep?”
Nadia
