Chapter 19 - Return to the Peaks
The journey back to the Bloodmoon Stronghold was marked not by the biting chill of fear, but by the warm, brilliant light of a returning spring.
As the carriage carrying Revna, Fenrik, and their children passed through the outer gates, the entire pack had gathered in the courtyard. Banners of black and silver—the true colors of the Ashvain line—flapped proudly in the crisp mountain breeze.
The warriors cheered, raising their swords in unison as Fenrik stepped down from the carriage, holding one of the twins safely against his chest.
Revna followed, stepping out onto the stone courtyard where her golden wolf materialized briefly beside her, letting out a joyful, echoing howl that bounced off the majestic peaks of the northern mountains.
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"We're home," Fenrik whispered softly, looking down at the small bundle in his arms before turning his gaze to Revna.
Revna smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears of pure happiness. She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of the mating bond humming brightly beneath their skin. The shadows of the past were gone, replaced by the unbreakable strength of a family forged in fire and gold.
