Five years had passed since the war that nearly destroyed everything.
The Bloodmoon Pack had changed greatly after the darkness that once threatened their lives. The scars of the past still existed, but they no longer controlled the people living within the pack. Slowly, everyone learned how to move forward.
The warriors returned to their duties. The healers continued saving lives. The elders guided the younger generation. Laughter once again echoed through the halls of the pack house.
Life had finally become peaceful.
Inside the large kitchen of the pack house, the warm aroma of soup and roasted meat filled the air as servants moved from one side to another. In the middle of the busy kitchen stood Livia, carefully stirring a pot while checking the dishes lined up on the table.
Her long hair was tied loosely behind her back, and a soft smile rested on her lips as she prepared lunch for her family.
