The Pack had changed in ways none could have imagined.
One year had passed since the final war, and the territory was thriving—stronger, happier, and more united than ever before. Peace blanketed the town like a warm morning mist, and in the Alpha's home, love had taken root and bloomed in its purest form.
Nyla, now Luna in name and spirit, stood cradling a bundle wrapped in soft fur—a tiny baby with golden-flecked eyes and Damon's strong jawline. Their son. The future Alpha. "You already have his scowl," Nyla teased, glancing at Damon as he tried to swaddle the wriggling little wolf pup. Damon rolled his eyes. "He's fierce already. Just like his mother."
The house was bustling with life. Miracle and Jace now ran the pack's training grounds together—still bickering, still hopelessly in love. Talia and Zev had just returned from an adventurous trip across rogue lands—still competitive, still inseparable. And Lara? Married and glowing, sending postcards from the Northern tribe every week, signing them: *"Still in love, still dramatic. – Lara."*
Then came the surprise knock at the door.
"Aunt Maris!" Nyla gasped, rushing into her arms. Maris had traded her strict heels for boots and wore a soft smirk. "I came to check on my favorite Luna—and meet the new Alpha in diapers," she winked.
Maris held the baby and whispered, "You're going to give your parents trouble. I can already tell." Damon chuckled, "He already howls when he doesn't get his way."
"He's one of us then," Maris replied.
Later that night, under the stars, the pack gathered. The baby was formally presented to the moon, his name declared: *Caleb Damon*. The crowd howled in celebration.
Nyla rested her head on Damon's shoulder as the flames of the bonfire danced. "We've been through hell," she murmured, "and found heaven on the other side."
Damon kissed her forehead. "And we'll protect this heaven. Always."
The pack had endured war, betrayal, secrets, and pain—but they emerged stronger, united by love, loyalty, and legacy. And as the fire roared and laughter filled the night, a little alpha gurgled in his mother's arms, already dreaming of the future he'd one day lead.
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