ELIANA'S POVI never imagined the ruins of my childhood territory could look… peaceful. But a few weeks after the war, as the final touches of the coronation platform went up, I found myself standing in the same clearing where my father once held full-moon gatherings. The trees were taller now. Wilder. A little like me.Kristen stood beside me, quiet for once, hands clasped behind his back. He’d given Blackclaw back to its rightful name without hesitation, and he’d done it with this steady calm I was starting to depend on more than I wanted to admit.“You ready?” he asked.Not really. But close enough.I inhaled, steadying myself. The ceremony wasn’t loud or extravagant. It didn’t need to be. My people were alive. My land was free. That was enough.When the elders placed the obsidian crown against my forehead, something inside my chest eased—like the last piece of a puzzle I’d been carrying since childhood finally locked in.“Eliana Stormwolf of Shadow Pack,” they said, voices rising
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