A new dawn

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The moon hung low, a heavy silver orb in the ink-black sky as I stood beside Jason on the balcony, our shoulders just touching. The cool night air carried with it the faint scent of pine and the distant howl of a lone wolf – a mournful sound that seemed to echo the hollow space Elara Windrider and Gamma Thorne had left behind.

"Elara's wisdom... Thorne's strength," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking louder might shatter the fragile peace of the evening. "Their absence feels like an open wound."

Jason's hand found mine, his grip firm and reassuring. "They gave much for us, Kelly. We must honor their sacrifices by living up to the legacy they helped build. Our unity has always been our greatest strength."