The snow had settled over Night Fang keep, soft and unbroken, the forest surrounding the ridge quiet, save for the occasional stir of wolves settling into their dens. The battle with Silver Moon was over, decisively won, and yet the air felt charged, as if the forest itself acknowledged the shift in power.
Alex stood atop the main ridge, looking over her pack, her wolves, her people. Aeron was beside her, silent as ever, his presence grounding her. The surviving warriors of Night Fang assembled below, tails low but eyes bright, waiting, watching.
“Alex…” Aeron said softly. “They’re looking at you. They’re waiting for the words that make you their Luna.”
Alex’s heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of responsibility. Her wolf coiled beneath her skin, tense and alert. “I…” she hesitated briefly, then straightened. Her voice, when she spoke, was steady and filled with authority: “Tonight, we survived. Tonight, we showed Silver Moon that Night Fang is ours. And from this night
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