Scarlett’s POV

Epilogue

Peace is quieter than I imagined. Not fragile. Not tense. Just… present. Like a deep breath, the world finally remembers how to take.

I stand on the eastern balcony as dawn lifts itself over the mountains, painting the sky in slow gold. Below me, the united territory stretches farther than any single pack once dared to claim—forests stitched together by shared borders, shared patrols, and shared laws. No walls. No war lines. Just land that belongs to all of us ...