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Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 – The Alpha Who Returned Too Late

The air smells of cedar and stone dust.

Everywhere I look, there’s movement — hammers striking, walls rising, the rhythm of purpose taking shape. My people move with quiet discipline, following the plans I laid myself. Doom’s architects handle the outer barriers, but the heart of it — the training grounds, the hall, the Luna’s, no, Alpha's quarters — that’s all mine.

Our pack is no longer an idea.

It’s becoming real.

I stand at the ridge above the site, arms crossed, wind pulling through my hair. Mira approaches with her tablet, face bright with pride.

“They’re already calling it the Crescent Dominion,” she says.

“Let them call it what they want,” I murmur. “Names will change, but the work remains.”

“You should still be proud, Elara.”

“I am,” I admit softly. “Just quietly.”

Before she can answer, a sharp scent cuts through the wind. Familiar. Unwelcome.

Mira stiffens beside me.

“Tell me that’s not—”

“It is,” I say, voice flat.

Kael.

He walk
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