A few weeks later, Noah’s warriors had driven the rogues from our borders. Silver Moon Pack was safe for the first time since my parents passed.
Noah didn’t stop there. He used his connections to help secure trade deals and financial support that I never would have been able to arrange on my own. With his help, we rebuilt. Slowly, but surely, my pack began to recover.
One night, after a long day of meetings, I received an invite from Noah to his pack to eat dinner with him.
After we were done eating, he reached out and took my hand, his touch warm and reassuring.
"You’re stronger than you think, you know that?" he said, his voice gentle but firm.
I glanced away, not sure how to respond. "I don’t always feel that way."
He leaned forward, his expression serious. "You’ve been through hell, Willow, losing your parents, fighting to keep your pack together—you could have given up, but you didn’t. That takes real strength."
His words made my chest tighten.
"Noah…" I started, but the words got caught in my throat.
"I meant what I said that other night. I’m not just here to help your pack. I want to be by your side, Willow."
“I love you, Willow… so much. Will you marry me?”