Page 146 of Full Moon
"Thank you," Dustin says softly, lowering his head.
I step closer, resting my cheek against the crown of his head, letting the weight of my presence settle over him like a blessing. "Sleep well. Tomorrow, I'll show everyone around." As my wolves file into the cabin, each of them touches me in passing—a hand on my shoulder, fingers brushing the back of my hand. It's their silent way of saying thanks, and I welcome the contact. Wolves need touch, especially from their Luna, to feel safe.
As the last one enters, I turn back to Torben, and we make our way to the house. Inside, the scent of food and warmth greets us like an embrace. Easton, Diaval, and Khal sit at the island, eating and drinking, but exhaustion clings to them like a second skin despite their freshly showered appearances. They look like they need a week's worth of sleep, and honestly, so do I.
"It's good to be back," I say, stepping inside and closing the door behind me with a sense of finality. "Now we wait for Fi and the boys." I don't know how long we'll be waiting, but what I doknow is that everything we've uncovered leads to one inevitable conclusion: two groups of leaders have a lot to answer for.
And I'm not the type to let things slide. Not anymore. The shifter council will be the first to answer for their crimes. Maybe I'll let Diaval and Easton burn it all to the ground, watch the flames consume centuries of corruption and lies. Or maybe ripping their throats out myself would send a clearer message—show them exactly what their machinations created when they tried to exterminate my kind. Thanks to them, I am the last of my name and kind.
But what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
I hold the powers of the last alpha and luna within me, the combined strength of every winter wolf who came before, every ancestor who died so that I might live. Their blood sings in my veins, their fury feeds my own, and their spirits stand at my back like an army of ghosts waiting to be unleashed. The councils wanted to create a weapon.They succeeded.
They just didn't realize the weapon would be pointed at them.
Hell hath no fury like a daughter scorned.
