A Deal of Vows and Vengeance
The battlefield still smelled of blood and steel, though the sun had begun to rise on a new Silver Moon. Noelle stood at the highest balcony of the palace, watching the remnants of the Crimson Moon Pack retreat beyond the horizon.
The weight of victory settled on her shoulders, yet her heart remained restless.
Her son.
Somewhere beyond these lands, he was still lost to her. Stolen by those who had sought to keep her weak, to control her. Though she had reclaimed her kingdom, she had yet to reclaim the most precious piece of herself.
Noah approached her from behind, his boots silent against the stone. "You did what many thought impossible," he said, stopping beside her. "Silver Moon is free."
Noelle exhaled, gripping the cold railing. "Freedom is only the beginning," she murmured. "There's still much to be done."
Noah studied her, his gaze sharp. "And I assume the next thing on your mind is finding your son."