MasukGwen’s POVThe wind had settled. The crowd dispersed, and all that remained was the soft hum of peace settling back into the world we nearly lost.That’s when she walked toward me, her hair the color of spring blossoms. The pink-haired woman from the woods. The same lady who gave me the sun necklace that revealed everything… The one who knew too much.She bowed her head slightly. “Congratulations, Luna.”I blinked, lips curling in a cautious smile. “Thanks… but seriously, who are you?”She chuckled softly, a sound like wind chimes in moonlight. “I’m a Seer. And a messenger.”I raised a brow. “Messenger from who?”She stepped closer, lowering her voice like it was something sacred. “I once met a very good friend of yours. A warrior. Fierce, stubborn, and… extremely persistent.”My breath caught. “Rya?”“She begged me to preserve him,” the seer continued. “To keep him tethered to this world. I used an ancient binding spell, one I was forbidden to ever cast again. But for her, and for yo
Gwen’s POVCould this be a dream?Was he really standing here… breathing… blinking… looking at me?My heart nearly stopped as my eyes drank in every inch of him, tousled dark hair matted with rain and dirt, sharp jaw clenched, lips parted like he was trying to speak but couldn’t. But it was his eyes…those eyes…that shattered me.Blue. Bright. Burning. The kind of blue that haunted my dreams. The kind of blue that once made me feel safe. My hand trembled violently as I reached out, needing to touch him, needing to know that this wasn’t my grief playing cruel tricks on me again.My fingers brushed his cheek.Warm. Solid. Real.“R…Reagan,” I breathed, voice barely louder than a gasp.And then I broke.I threw my arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest, clutching at him like if I let go, he’d disappear again.“Y-you’re alive,” I cried. “You’re alive.”His arms wrapped around me just as tightly. He smelled like smoke and rain. Like earth and blood and something ancient.“I’
Gwen’s POVI stepped into the woods, my gown whispering around my ankles as the cool breeze kissed my skin. The path was lined with flickering candles, casting soft glows that danced across the trees.Everywhere I looked, there were faces. Crescent wolves. Moon Bloods. Shadow Fangs. All standing together—packs that once shed blood now joined in peace for one reason.For me…For Hayden.He stood ahead beneath a towering arch of cream roses and dusk-colored drapes, his smile easy and charming. My heart beat steady, the bouquet trembling slightly in my grip as I walked down the aisle. Each step echoed like a countdown.When I reached him, the ceremony began. The vows were spoken. The ancient chants repeated. And the moment the elder crowned me with the Luna circlet, the crowd erupted—howls slicing through the silence, carrying into the trees.Hayden took my hand. I smiled.But inside, something knotted deep in my chest.The celebration bloomed around us—laughter, music, clinking glasses.
Gwen’s POVThe Crescent Pack house was quiet.Too quiet.The usual warmth had dimmed into something heavy and cold. Every wall, every hallway echoed with grief. Wolves moved around with hushed steps, black clothes, and solemn expressions. The scent of mourning herbs and flickering candles filled the air.I stood beside my mother, our hands locked tightly together as if letting go might break us both.The East Pack delegation arrived late in the afternoon, three wolves dressed in deep navy robes with the crest of their pack stitched across their shoulders. They bowed their heads as they approached us."We are so sorry for your loss," the tallest one said, his voice low and respectful."Such a bright young girl... It’s a shame she consumed so much dark magic that led to her… death."Dark magic.It didn’t sit right in my chest. Like something sour I couldn’t swallow.My mother gave a weak smile, dabbing under her eyes with her handkerchief. “Please… do send my appreciation to your Alpha.
Shayla’s POVI froze the second I stepped into the clearing.The place looked like something out of a dream.A wooden deck surrounded by soft grass, glowing candlelight lining a tiny stream like stars had fallen to the earth. String lights hung above a round table dressed in white linen, with fancy glasses, flowers, everything glowing warm and golden in the night.It was… perfect.Then he stepped out of the shadows.Hayden.“I was so stupid,” he said.I blinked, stunned. “Hayden…” My voice cracked, the words catching in my throat. “This is… beautiful.”He walked toward me, eyes soft, lips tugging into a gentle smile. Then he took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it like I was the only woman in the world.“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I got distracted. I said some foolish things I never should’ve. Shayla… you’re the woman for me. My love. My Luna.”My heart practically burst.I smiled, wide and smug. I knew it. I always knew he’d come back to me.I leaned in and kissed him,
Shayla’s POVHow. Dare. He.The words slammed through my skull on repeat as I marched into the pack house, heels clicking way too loudly for someone trying to look composed. My jaw was so tight I could feel a headache forming, and my nails were digging half-moon dents into my palms.Hayden thought he could betray me?After everything I’d done, everything I sacrificed, everything I let go of, he thought he could just toss me aside like garbage?No.Not happening.If Hayden was going down, he was going down with me. I’d drag him by his perfect lying hair into hell myself. I rounded the corner, and froze.Of course.Of course I had to bump into the one person I absolutely did not want to run into.Gwen.Her bright smile lit up the hallway, warm and soft like she was the heroine in some sweet romance novel. Meanwhile, I had to fight the urge to claw at something because the moment my eyes landed on her, that stupid memory of her kissing Hayden flashed like a stab to the chest.I forced a







