Darrians POV
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The forest fell away behind us, each step forward feeling heavier than the last. I had led thousands into battle, made decisions that fractured lives, but never before had I returned from a journey knowing I was no longer the man they had followed into war.
And Heather? She wasn’t the woman they remembered either. She had always been fierce, always carried that quiet kind of strength. But now, she was luminous. Unshakable. Her wolf walked beside her with purpose, the same purpose reflected in her eyes.
Together, we approached the gates of Bloodmoon. The air buzzed with tension and anticipation. The guards who first spotted us shouted, their voices trailing off as they took in the sight of us walking side by side, alive. Together. Whole.
Ronan was the first
