ARIA’S POV

The celebration glowed like a living thing—warm lights strung across the courtyard, wolves dancing barefoot, music thundering through the ground until even the stones vibrated. The whole pack was alive, pulsing with relief and joy after so many long, brutal weeks.

But despite the energy, my eyes stayed fixed on one sight:

Damien and Louis… standing under the ancient willow… holding little baby Aria between them like she was the moon cradled between two mountains.

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