(Alexander)
The packed house hadn’t changed much—but everything else had for the past couple of weeks.
Crescent Hollow was home, and after everything we’d been through, I couldn’t imagine leaving it behind. The same stairs, the same wide porch, the same tall windows that let in the morning light. But there was something different now. Peace.
Real peace.
I stood on the balcony, watching warriors train below. Pups were laughing in the distance, and I could hear a couple of the elders arguing about territory lines—again. It was ordinary. And it was good.
Will walked up to me, casual as ever, arms crossed. He wasn't the same after Ethan died, which was expected. Because they were also close. “You sure about this?” he asked.
I looked at the paper in my hand—Lucas’s name written clearly i
