Chapter 10 - Beneath the Silver Moon
One hundred and one full moons had risen over the Ashwood territory.
The training grounds were quiet, bathed in a soft, silvery luminescence that felt warm rather than freezing. There were no bullies mocking the weak, no cruel alphas demanding impossible shifts, and no terrified captives locked in subterranean cages.
Vera stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the vast valley, her dark hair blowing gently in the mountain breeze.
Footsteps crunched softly on the gravel behind her.
She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Dante walked up beside her, standing tall and steady, the monstrous mutation entirely gone, replaced by the striking, powerful form of a man whose amber eyes held an eternal, unbreakable bond to hers.
"You never did transform," Dante said softly, his voice rich and steady in the night air.
Vera looked down at her hands, where faint, silver traces of starlight still pulsed beneath her skin. "I didn't need to," she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I didn't need a wolf to be strong. I just needed to stop looking for my power in other people's definitions."
Above them, the full moon broke through the thinning clouds, flooding the entire world in a brilliant, unobstructed silver glow.
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For the first time in her life, Vera Ashwood didn't feel empty. She didn't feel broken. She felt complete.
And far below, across the valleys and the mountains, every alpha, every pack, and every wolf bowed their heads to the true sovereign of the night.
