The void was completely gone. The northern sky was clear again, stretching endlessly above us like it used to before all the darkness came. The stars shone bright and beautiful, twinkling like tiny diamonds scattered across black velvet. The moon hung full and luminous, bathing everything in its gentle silver light.
The pack celebrated for days after our victory. We lit small fires all around the territory and gathered around them each night. Songs filled the air, some joyful and some bittersweet. Laughter rang out more freely than it had in months. The pups ran free again without fear, playing games and chasing each other through the grass. There was no more fear weighing us down, no cold creeping into our bones. We had won. Together, united as one pack, one family. Love had won against the darkness.
