It had been thirty nights since the Moonfire sealed the void.

Thirty nights since the world stopped screaming.

And yet, silence never felt heavier.

Iron Howl no longer burned it breathed. The air shimmered with faint, dreamlike rhythm. Every shadow pulsed like a heartbeat. Every reflection whispered back.

Kael and I walked the perimeter at dawn. The wolves followed, silent, uneasy.

“She did it,” Kael murmured. “The world lives.”

I looked at him, the light catching on his scar. ...