Days passed.
The Shadowlands were being rebuilt. Wolves once cursed had returned to their senses, offering loyalty to the girl who should've been queen.
But Aria couldn't sleep.
Every night, she felt it—a whisper in her mark. A presence just out of reach. Like he wasn't truly gone.
She returned to the ruins of the Bloodstone's chamber.
There, beneath the rubble, she found it:
An old prophecy.
Written in ancient script.
> When the curse is broken by love, death shall not hold the Alpha's soul. In the forest where night never ends, the moonlight will guide her to him. But beware—the path is laced with blood, and not all souls want to return.
Her breath caught.
He was still out there.
Trapped between worlds.
Waiting for her.
And she would find him. No matter what price she had to pay.