Slowly and deliberately, the sliver claw learned how to breathe again. Not all wounds vanished with time. Some still lingered like faint scars beneath the skin, there were no longer painful but we're still impossible to forget. Yet under Ella’s guidance and Cole’s steady hand, the pack found a rhythm that felt different from before. This time it's more quiet and had gotten wiser. Ella thrived in her role as the Luna.She never ruled with blind tradition or with fear, nor did she seek to soften the pack into something that it wasn't. Instead, she listened, at dawn she walked the borders, she related with the elders at dusk, and sat with grieving wolves long after the fires burned low. She healed when she could, and when she couldn’t, she stayed anyway—present, grounded and unafraid of pain.And the pack had notice all of this. They noticed how disputes settled faster when Ella mediated. How younger wolves especially those who felt lost or out of place gravitated towards her cal
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