Six months had passed since we returned home from the mountain.
Life in Nightshade felt good again, almost normal. The pack had settled back into comfortable rhythms that made my heart feel lighter every day.
The pups played loudly in the mornings, their happy shouts echoing through the village. Warriors trained hard like always, but now they laughed more during their drills. The sound of their laughter mixed with the clash of practice weapons. Omegas worked peacefully in gardens that overflowed with colorful flowers and fresh food. Everything seemed to be thriving again.
Refugees still came to Nightshade, though the stream had slowed to a trickle now. They came for different reasons these days. They came for the stories they'd heard. They came for the hope our pack represented. Everyone across the territories knew what we had accomplished. We sealed the Primordials. We saved the entire world from darkness.
