Chloe’s pov
The morning sun crested the eastern peaks, pouring warm, amber light across the great stone courtyard of the Pack House.
The gates stood wide open, welcoming long lines of traveling carriages, mounted pack warriors, and neighboring elders from across the territory. The air smelled of wild pine, roasting mountain meats, sweet honey cakes, and fresh blue mint.
Six years of shadow, war, and lies had finally vanished from our valley.
I stood in the high arched window of the grand solar, wearing a simple cream-colored silk dress that fell in soft, elegant folds to the floorboards. My dark hair was pinned back with small, silver hairclips shaped like wild mountain roses, while the golden, divine warmth of my Moon Goddess aura hummed steadily beneath my ribs.
A quiet, solid foots
