Five years had passed since the shadow war ended. Five years since Laura claimed her throne as Alpha Queen. Five years since she learned that broken things could bloom into something beautiful.

Laura stood in their private grove, the same place where she'd first felt truly safe. Where she'd first understood what love could be. The ancient trees whispered secrets in the wind, and sunlight danced through the leaves like golden fire.

Her marks had changed over the years. The dark tattoos that once covered her chest, arms, and legs now shimmered sometimes with a soft silver light. They no longer looked scary or ominous. Instead, they looked like moonbeams...