Two years.
Two years since the storm. Two years since Frostfang Keep and everything it took from me.
The world was different now. Quieter. Warmer.
Luke made sure of that.
He was nothing like them kind where they were cruel, steady where they were wild. A beta wolf from the northern clans, strong but soft-spoken, the kind of man who smiled when he saw me before I even said a word. When I woke from nightmares, he held me until I stopped shaking. When I broke down, he didn't ask why. He just stayed.
So I married him.
The ceremony was small just a few close allies, a handful of candles, and the lake behind Mira's estate reflecting the pale afternoon light. She stood beside me, eyes bright with pride and worry, while Luke's hand trembled slightly as he slid the ring onto my finger.
For a moment, I thought maybe I could have peace.
That illusion lasted three hours.
