Chapter 180

Peace is a fragile thing.

It takes months to build, but only a breath to shatter.

For weeks after the full moon run, Vael-Mont thrived in a way I had only dreamed it could.

Laughter returned to the streets.

Wolves trained together, not out of fear, but strength.

Children played in fields that once whispered with sorrow. Even the air felt different — no longer stagnant, but alive, humming with hope