THIRD PERSON
Peace does not arrive loudly. It settles, slowly, gently.
And for the first time in years, the pack breathes without fear.
Seasons pass. Winter melts into spring. Spring into summer. And still, no war. No chaos. No darkness rising. Just life.
At the heart of it all, Elara walks through the pack grounds, her steps slower now. Careful. Protective.
Because she is no longer just carrying power. She is carrying life.
Her hand rests instinctively over her stomach, a small smile playing on her lips.
Twins.
The news had shaken the entire pack. Then filled it with joy. Especially him.
Alpha Scavia had not hidden his reaction. Not even a little.
“You’re serious?” he had asked, stunned.
Elara had laughed softly. “I think I’d know.”
And for once, the powerful Alpha had looked
