Emma's pov

　　"All that has happened, it's because of your greed. The pride that resides within each of your hearts," I declare, my voice echoing through the silent clearing, where the pale moonlight filters through the tall trees. "I would be within my rights to tear down and end the Moonshadow Pack," the words slice out like daggers, cutting through the atmosphere with painful truths for them.

　　The members of the Moonshadow Pack, now subdued and huddled together, watch me with eyes full of terror and hatred. The cold of dawn intensifies the tense atmosphere, their breath visible in the cold air.

　　"You cursed me to death and broke the peace agreement with the entire continent!" I continue, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "I will convene a new assembly with all wolf packs and declare the Moonshadow Pack banned from any commercial or territorial treaties. You don't deserve death; you deserve the consequences of your greed, living exiled forever," I announce in front of all the surrendered members of the Moonshadow Pack, each word weighing heavily on them like a sentence.

　　Michael woke up and was sitting next to his family. My old family, whom I never thought I'd see again and want to keep this wish in my heart, have wide eyes filled with fear. It fills me with pride. They fear me, and that's what I want.

　　"I am an alpha. Perhaps the most powerful alpha on this continent, not through commercial or territorial means, but because I am the only one on this continent who has two strong she-wolves," My words are firm, resonating in the silent, dark night. "Never underestimate my strength. And never mistake my benevolence and love for peace for weakness or naivety," I state with seriousness and precision in my voice, while a cold wind rustles the fallen dry leaves on the ground.

　　The forest clearing is filled with terror and tension. The entire Moonshadow pack looks frightened and defeated. I notice angry glares directed at me, filled with hatred, but it doesn't intimidate me. Their hate and anger will never intimidate me.

　　"Faylen, gather all their weaponry, and take it to our warehouse," I order coldly, feeling the weight of this decision in every released word. There's a protest from the Moonshadow Pack, murmurs turning into discontented murmurs.

　　I release a lupine growl loud enough to make everyone shrink in fear and alarm. The sound reverberates through the forest, silencing any opposition.

　　"Don't make me collect all your financial supplies ahead of schedule," I threaten convincingly, my voice low and dangerous.

　　The members of the Moonshadow Pack begin to lower their heads, resigned to their fate. The clearing is filled with a tense quietness, only occasionally broken by the sound of a falling leaf or a distant branch breaking. The air is heavy with the scent of blood, fear, and discontentment. A testament to the terror that Matthew inflicted on them hours ago.

　　The night progresses, and the full moon illuminating the clearing begins to be replaced by the sunrise. It bathes everything in a ghostly silver light. The werewolves of my pack and also the Night Howlers Pack start moving, following my orders with cold efficiency, disarming the members of the Moonshadow Pack and ensuring their threat is neutralized.

　　I feel a profound disappointment with the entire Moonshadow Pack, but I don't let it surface.

　　"They don't deserve that importance within us," Accalia comments sincerely, and I nod in agreement.

　　"Michael, my parents, they can no longer harm me, nor those I love. My vengeance, which I never truly wanted, is the justice I am bringing to this place so full of intrigue and pride."

　　"The Moonshadow Pack will be remembered not for its power or influence, but for its failure and downfall. The three of us, together, will be remembered for bringing justice," Eldra declares proudly.

　　Suddenly, an arm wraps around my waist from behind, and Matthew's scent fills my space. I feel my whole body relax with the approach of my fiancé. He rests his chin on my shoulder, our cheeks meeting gently.

　　"Ready to go home?" Matthew whispers, sending shivers down my spine.

　　I turn to face him. Matthew still has blood smeared on his face, along with the strong smell of sweat and dry earth. His face bears few wounds, but there's something much deeper than that. There's weariness in his eyes.

　　"Yes, let's go home... you need a bath," I comment humorously, making Matthew chuckle tiredly.

　　"I need so many things right now, but foremost is a kiss from you," he retorts seductively, and I scrunch my nose at him.

　　I pretend not to kiss him, leaning my face a few inches away from him. But that doesn't stop Matthew from holding my face in his hands, making me laugh and pretend I want to get away from it. Our lips meet, and it's a playful, lingering kiss, with no intention of making it more sensual. Just a kiss that continues to make my love for my fiancé a little stronger, a little deeper into my heart.