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CHAPTER 460
~Zara's POV~
Two days later…
The car ride to my mother's pack house was quiet, peaceful, even. The scenery of winding trees and distant mountains did nothing to still the anxious pulse in my chest.
There was something about coming home—back to the place where I was raised, where I once dreamed of peace—that made everything feel more real.
War wasn't a looming thought anymore. It was breathing down our necks.
The gates opened before me, two guards nodding in respect as I pulled in. My mother, Luna Zaria, stood at the entrance already waiting, arms folded, as her long coat brushed her ankles in the soft wind.
Her sharp blue eyes landed on me before softening.
"Zara," she breathed with a small smile, pulling me into a firm, comforting hug. "You've lost weight."
I let out a soft chuckle. "Blame the upcoming war and resurrection."
She pulled back, studying me. "And you gained something too. Strength. You look more like your father each day."
