A week had passed since the celebration under the stars.
The estate had settled into a new rhythm. Without Aiden and Asher, things felt quieter—but not weaker. The people were adapting, healing, rebuilding. And at the center of it all… stood Aria.
No longer just the girl fated to be a mate.
She was Luna now. And she was ready to become more.
Every morning, she trained. Not with swords or strength—but with stillness, focus, and the ancient magic stirring inside her. In the sacred grove beyond the northern ridge, she knelt in the circle of stones where generations of Lunas had once prayed. Axel often stood at the edge of the trees, guarding silently—always near, but never interfering.
Her magic came in waves now. Flickers of light danced across her skin when she was calm. In moments of
