After the storm of battles, betrayals, and heartache, peace has finally settled over Stormheart Pack and Werewolf Kingdom. The fierce and untamable winds of their past had softened, allowing Lora and Azriel to embrace the future they had fought so hard for.
Lora stood by the window of their bedroom, watching the soft golden light of dawn filter through the trees that surrounded the packhouse. A smile played on her lips as she heard the muffled laughter of her three sons down the hallway. Asher, their eldest, was always the first to rise, already responsible beyond his years. The twins, Mako and Tayo, were another story. They were troublemakers, full of boundless energy and mischief that kept everyone on their toes.
Azriel stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling he
