~Aiden~

Days turned into weeks, and life began to settle into something that almost resembled normal.

Almost.

The castle regained its rhythm, servants bustling, guards patrolling, Father busy with politics.

Jayden disappeared more often into his art studio, busy with art demands.

As for me? I buried myself in the pack’s affairs, trying to silence the echo of Riya’s name in my head by keeping my days too full for memories.

The Darkmoon Pack was thriving again. Wolves migrated in from ...