The Final Destination 1

As the chariots carrying me approached the palace gates, I could hear the cheers and jubilant cries of our pack members welcoming me home. The weight of the recent trials and dangers began to lift from my shoulders, replaced by a sense of relief and overwhelming joy. The war was finally over, and I had returned safely to the arms of my loved ones.

As the chariots came to a stop, Maria, my loyal friend and confidante, rushed forward with tears streaming down her face. She enveloped me in a tight embrace, her words of love and relief mingling with the cacophony of cheers around us. The maids, whom I had grown close to during my time at the palace, joined in the celebration, showering me with hugs and well-wishes.

But amidst the jubilation, my eyes were drawn to the sight of my precious children. Their innocent faces lit up with joy as they saw me, their mother, safe and sound. A rush of overwhelming love and gratitude surged through me, for their safety and the thought of what could hav