Darrian's POV
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The light behind me dimmed as I stepped forward into the second veil.
Unlike the first veil, this place was not fire or chaos.
It was quiet.
Still.
But not in the way that promised peace. The silence here was suffocating, like a held breath stretched over centuries. No whispers. No wind. Not even the echo of my footsteps against the smooth, obsidian ground.
I wasn't sure if I was walking on stone or air or something far more ancient. The sky above me was black-no stars, no moon-just an endless stretch of nothingness. The kind of emptiness that swallowed hope whole.
But I kept walking.
Because she was here.
Somewhere.
Heather.
The mate I had nearly lost forever. The woman who had given everything to protect a pack that barely knew her. The Luna I didn't deser
