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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONE

作者: Noir Aurelle
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-30 00:57:08

Elara’s POV

The first dawn after the council’s decree didn’t feel like a beginning.

It felt like standing on the edge of something vast and unknowable, like watching a storm roll in and knowing there was no running from it this time.

From my balcony, the valley stretched below like a living map of change. Wolves moved in coordinated patterns, carrying timber, stone, and steel.

The faint clang of metal echoed through the air as the foundation of a new capital, our capital took shape where ashes once lay.

Midnight Fang was being reborn, and with it, the weight of destiny pressed heavier on my chest.

Kael had gone down early to meet the builders and oversee the security lines. He was restless in ways only war-born alphas were unable to stand still when the world demanded motion. I, on the other hand, had learned that power sometimes came in stillness, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.

When the council left yesterday, I thought I could handle the responsibility. “Que
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