DYERA few months pass, and the world does not end.

Redmoon and the Lycans settle into one another the way rivers do, slowly at first, with resistance and eddies and moments where the current threatens to split again. But time has a way of smoothing sharp edges, and purpose is a powerful binding agent. The den expands outward, stone and earth reshaped to hold what was once divided. Corridors widen. New chambers are carved. Old boundaries dissolve until no one remembers where Redmoon ended and ...