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Emily POV

With the unity of our pack restored, every day was a testament to our strength and resilience. The damage caused by the previous turmoil was slowly but surely repaired, and our home began to regain its former splendor.

Every morning, I woke up to the soothing sounds of nature outside our window. The park came back to life, and it was as if the trees whispered stories of our triumph to the skies above. I couldn't help but smile as I looked at Roman sleeping beside me, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.

We had endured so much together, and I knew that our bond had grown unbreakable. Roman's love and support were the pillars upon which I could always lean. It was in moments like these, watching him sleep, that I realized how fortunate I was to be the Luna of this extraordinary pack.

One morning, Roman woke before me and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, decided to surprise me. He gently kissed my forehead and whispered, "Emily, wake up, my love."

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