hapter 252
Scarlett’s POV
A whole year had slipped by since that fateful battle, ye! its echoes lingered, shaping every aspect of our lives. The memories of that day were as vivid as ever, and the changes it brought were undeniable.
Elsa had uncovered the truth-my mates gaining their magic had turned the tide of the fight. It was a revelation that filled me with gratitude
That unexpected twist had granted us not only victory but the promise of a long, peaceful life. For that, I was endlessly thankful.
The south had been calling to us, and we journeyed there to put our plans into action. When we arrived, my pack welcomed ree with open arms and hearts full of joy, embracing me as their alpha.
Their happiness was palpable, a warmth that eased the ache of the past. They spoke of the days they had endured under David’s oppressive reign. Their tales were heavy with suffering and injustice, and I could see in their eyes the relief of finally being free.
As for David, I had chosen not to end his life. Instead, we left him to face a far greater punishment-his miserable existence as a wolfless, broken man. Stripped of his power and crippled beyond recovery, he would live a long, sorrowful life, haunted by his failures and isolation.
Mercy was not something he deserved. A swift death
have been a kindness, and kindness was something he had never earned.
Watching him wallow in his own ruin was justice enough.
Life had found a rhythm again, balanced between our homes in the north and the south, We traveled often, carrying the weight of our responsibilities brit
also the joy of freedom.
In the west, Keith and Emerald had celebrated the birth of their son, and we joined them in their happiness. Their pack was thriving, blessed with a strang alpha and a kind-hearted Luna to guide the young heir.
Seeing their joy brought a sense of fulfillment; it reminded me that, despite everything, there was still beauty to be found in this world.
The council of elders-those relics of corruption and control-was no more. We had dismantled it, ensuring it would never rise again.
Tasha and Timothy had been stripped of their honour, their authority ground to dust. They came to us with apologies, tears in their eyes and remorse in their voices. They begged for forgiveness, pleaded for redemption. But their past actions had left scars too deep to heal.
Γ ́ Justice and mercy were not the same, and their willingness to condemn me without evidence had revealed their true nature. They were dangerous, self- serving, and untrustworthy-people who could never be allowed close again.
couldn’t forget the look in their eyes when they realized there would be no redemption. They were broken in their own way, but I didn’t waver.
Forgiveness was not theirs to claim. Keeping them at arm’s length was not just a precaution-it was survival. Letting them back in would have been a betrayal of everything we fought for and everyone we lost. It was a mistake I refused to make.
The turmoil of the past year had defined us, yes, but it hadn’t broken us. In its wake, we rebuilt. We found peace. And as I stood surrounded by the people 1 loved, in a world we had reshaped with our own hands, I felt the weight of everything we had endured. The pain, the loss, the battles-they were all part of the journey. But so too were the victories, the love, and the hope. And it was that hope that made it all worthwhile.
Finally, here I was, lying in bed, the unmistakable waves of labor gripping me as my body prepared to bring new life into the world. It felt surreal-a moment I had long imagined yet could never fully prepare for.
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The pom was wise with energy, tension, and an odd sort of hilarity Facian, Clay, and Maxwell hovered nearby, visibly worried and comptes d Hruth. Their concern was sweet, but their cluelessness was undeniably funny.
Our seers were close, too, their presence a source of comfor: None of them had returned home, inlisting they stay to be of service should i need them.
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