Third Person POV
The rain continued to fall over Moonfang long after Selene and Lucian joined the others downstairs, its steady rhythm tapping against the tall windows of the pack house like a patient reminder that the world outside had not stopped moving simply because catastrophe had been averted. The scent of wet earth clung to the air, mingling with the lingering traces of ritual magic and moon blessed power, creating an atmosphere that felt both cleansed and strangely heavy, as though the land itself was exhaling after holding its breath for far too long.
