Helena's POV
The world had found its rhythm again after the chaos.
Time had passed since fire devoured the ancient temple, since the curse shattered and the plague retreated. Shadowcrest Pack was learning to live once more. The other packs were healing too. Joy echoed through the courtyards again, warm bread and sweet lavender scented the evening air. The fallen had been honored. The survivors were starting over.
Pack members still stared, but terror no longer flickered in their eyes when they saw me. Young ones murmured tales of a silver wolf as they darted past while their parents sent me sheepish glances. This life hadn't been part of any plan I'd made, yet I couldn't imagine choosing differently.
I paused, reconsidering. That wasn't entirely true. If given the power, I would resurrect Victor. Though his spirit had found peace, grief still carved hollow spaces inside me. Most evenings brought dreams of the blade sliding between his ribs.
