**Aria's POV**I was seventy-three years old when I finally felt ready to write the ending to my story—not because life was ending, but because the arc felt complete enough to reflect on meaningfully.Caspian and I sat on the porch of our home, the same one we'd built decades ago, watching another sunset paint the valley in colors that never grew old. Luna was visiting with her mate and their two children—my grandchildren, who'd grown up in world so different from the one I'd fought to change that they could barely comprehend the struggles I'd faced."Tell us about when you were young, Grandmother," my youngest grandchild asked, settling beside me with the trust children had when they believed their elders held all answers."When I was young," I began, "the world was very different. Female wolves couldn't be Alphas. We couldn't attend leadership academies openly. We couldn't pursue succession based on capability. The rules said that being female meant accepting limitations, regardles
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