Elara's POV
A year later.
The Blackwood training field had never been so noisy. Instead of warriors clashing, it was filled with high-pitched giggles and the patter of tiny feet. "Zane, Zara, don't run so fast! You'll trip over the tree roots!"
I yelled after my twins, who were bundles of restless energy, their tiny feet pattering against the earth as they chased each other in loops.
The sun was a soft gold, casting long shadows of the towering pines that bordered the field. It was a beautiful, peaceful day, a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous year. A year since I married the love of my life. And now a mother to our two beautiful, mischievous wolves.
Zane, with his dark hair and my eyes, and Zara, with red hair and Kieran's eyes. They were a perfect blend of us,
