Aria’s POV

The pack bowed gracefully as I went by, calling me Luna with warmth. Yet, their eyes held a mix of feelings...some still watched me with a hint of suspicion, as if I was the reason behind every lingering wound. It was as if the blood staining the soil was mine to carry, even if my heart felt heavy with empathy for them.

I paused by the western wall, gently touching the carved names of the fallen warriors. I softly whispered a prayer for each one, sending my heartfelt wishes for ...