Third Person POV — Epilogue
The mountains were green again.
Spring had taken Moonstone and Silver Fang in hand and refused to let go, draping the valleys in wildflowers and fresh growth, softening scars that would never fully disappear but no longer dominated the land. The borders were quiet now—not from fear or vigilance, but from stability.
From trust.
Months had passed since the storm.
Since blood had soaked ancient stone and prophecy had taken its price.
Life, stubborn and insistent, had returned anyway.
It hadn’t been easy. There had been questions, investigations, and inquests. The period of mourning for Alaric had passed only in official terms. His loss was still a dark cloud over Moonstone.
But that cloud did seem to have a silver lining. Cassian w
