The morning sun rose softly over Dam-Nightshade Pack, gilding the once-bloodstained earth with light and warmth. The days following Samantha’s execution brought a heavy silence at first — a silence that slowly gave way to cautious peace. The maids returned to their duties, the warriors resumed their drills, and laughter once again echoed faintly through the courtyards.
Theo stood on the grand terrace of his estate, watching as life returned to order. The scent of spring drifted through the air — clean, fresh, and healing. Beside him stood Mina, radiant in a soft silver gown. Her hand rested gently in his, their bond pulsing warmly through the link that had once been filled with pain.
Later that day, the council hall was filled once more. Elders lined the sides of the long table, their ro
