Chapter 349

THIRD PERSON’S POV The moon hung full and soft above the valley, its light spilling like silver silk across the courtyard of the newly rebuilt Silvercrest Manor — Derek’s home, and now hers. A year had passed since the chaos, since the court, since the darkness that nearly tore them all apart. And tonight, the pack wasn’t gathered for war, or duty, or judgment. They were gathered for celebration. Music floated through the air — laughter, the rhythmic thrum of drums, and the faint, joyous cry of an infant who refused to be ignored. “Here,” Aurelia whispered, cradling the tiny bundle closer. The baby’s small hand clutched at the air, her eyes the color of twilight — an uncanny blend of both her parents. “There, there, my little Lyra,” she murmured. “Already commanding attention,” Derek teased softly from behind her, his arms snaking around her waist. “Just like her mother.” Aurelia leaned back into him, smiling, her eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “She’s an Alpha’s daughter. She was