The world had changed.

But some things some bonds were unshakable.

Lyla stood at the heart of Silverwood, watching as wolves from every pack Blackwood, Alder, even the remaining Ridge wolves moved through the clearing.

No more battle lines.

No more divisions.

Just a future being rebuilt, one step at a time.

She still wasn’t used to the way they looked at her now.

Not with suspicion.

Not with fear.

But with respect.

With trust.

She had spent her whole life being told she ...