Olivia Martins

Peace was a strange feeling. One I still wasn’t used to.

The courtyard buzzed behind me, laughter, music, the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine, but I stood at the edge, just watching. After everything we’d survived, joy felt almost... surreal. Like a borrowed moment that might vanish if I blinked.

Ryker’s booming laugh carried across the firelight as he accepted his official Beta title. The pack roared their approval.

I smiled, my heart warmed by the joy around ...