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Chapter 12: Queen Rising

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The cold wind rushed through my hair like the whispers of ancient spirits as I stepped out of the armored carrier and onto the hallowed grounds of the Silver Moon pack gathering. The same sacred earth where my ancestors had once ruled, where their blood had been spilled in battles for justice and honor. It had been years since I last stood here then I was nothing more than a girl rejected, discarded like yesterday's refuse, and presumed dead by many who now watched in stunned silence. Now I returned transformed, cloaked in moon-white armor that seemed to glow with its own inner light, embroidered with the intricate sigils of the old royal bloodline that told stories of power and legacy stretching back centuries. I was flanked by warriors who had pledged their loyalty not to just a title or crown, but to me to the woman who had crawled through hell and emerged stronger.

The ceremonial drums that had been beating in rhythm suddenly fell silent. Gasps echoed through the crowd like ripple
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