Aria's POVThe crown felt heavier than I expected.Not because of the gold. Not because of the silver moonstone at its center that pulsed like a second heartbeat against my forehead. It was heavy because of everything it cost. Every scar. Every tear. Every night I spent curled on cold ground, pregnant and hunted, telling myself to breathe one more time.Just one more time, Aria.Now look at me.The Great Hall of the Forbidden Lands had been transformed. Where ruins once stood, our people had built something breathtaking, arched stone walls draped in midnight blue and silver, torches burning with white flame, and thousands of wolves gathered in silence so deep I could hear my own heartbeat echo back to me.*Luna Sovereign.*They were calling me that now.I still didn't fully believe it."You're shaking," Elias whispered from my right side, his warm brown hand finding mine and squeezing gently. His green eyes were soft, the way they always were when he looked at me, like I was something
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