Pandora's POV

The air was warm, filled with the scents of fresh earth and blooming flowers. It was the night of the full moon festival, and the pack had gathered in the palace courtyard, celebrating the prosperity and peace that had graced us over the past two years.

From where I sat, near the front of the palace, I could see everyone mingling, their faces glowing in the moonlight.

Two years.

It felt like a lifetime had passed since Griffin’s execution. The memory of that day still lingered, not as sharp as it once was, but a shadow in the corners of our minds.

The pack had grown, and so...