Eldur's P.O.V.
Laughter filled the night, echoing in my ears like a melody I couldn't quite recognize.
The bonfire crackled and flames licked at the sky. Warriors laughed, drank, and danced to the rhythmic drumming. Packs of wolves howled in celebration, their voices blending into the music.
Everyone was happy.
Even my parents.
I glanced at them from across the fire. My father, stood with his usual easy grace, speaking in that slow, almost lazy way of his. My mother was beside him, laughing at something he had said. Her laughter was rare, precious. A sound I had spent years trying to earn.
Tonight, it was effortless.
Even my sister, Elizabeth, was beaming. She stood between them, her red hair glowing like embers, her warm brown eyes filled with an emotion I wasn't used to seeing directed at me—pride.
I had finally become someone worthy of them.
Because Raivo was gone.
My wolf was gone.
