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Chapter 11: The Weight of a Fallen Crown

Author: Nova Quinn
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The morning after the battle at the ravine felt like a fever dream that refused to break. The sun rose over the Northern Range, but it brought no warmth to the Blackwood estate. Instead, it illuminated the scars of the night—the scorched earth, the shattered stone, and the heavy, hollow silence of a pack that had lost its Luna to treason.

I sat in the high-backed chair of the medical suite, watching Luna sleep. She was curled into a ball, her silver hair spilling across the pillow like star
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