Semua Bab Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King: Bab 131 - Bab 138

LYRAThe moment I put on the Crown, the world got really loud.It was not because of people talking.It was because of life.The mountain under my feet pounded like it had a heartbeat.The rivers flowing under the sanctuary sounded like lullabies.Every silver root coming from the Heart Tree had whispers from the Queens who came before me.They were not talking to me; they were standing with me.I was not alone anymore.The silver flowers floated through the sanctuary like stars falling from the sky.They landed on wounded warriors and scared children.Wherever they landed, the pain got better.Broken bones got fixed.Cuts started to heal.The Heart was listening to its Queen.All the warriors on the battlefield stopped fighting.Even the bad wolves stopped.Their red eyes looked at me.The Shadow felt it too.The big creature was over the sanctuary, its body moving like smoke in the sky.Thousands of eyes opened on its body, all looking at me with hate.For some time, it looked unsur

LYRAThe war ended at sunrise.We buried our dead at sunset.The sanctuary had never been so quiet.The cries of battle had been replaced by the soft rustling of silver blossoms drifting from the Heart Tree. Every breeze carried their petals across the sacred grounds, as though the mountain itself mourned those it had lost.Rows of warriors stood in complete silence.Their battered armor still bore the scars of the final battle. Some leaned on crutches. Others carried fresh bandages across their faces and arms.No one complained.Pain felt insignificant today.Today belonged to those who would never stand again.At the center of the sanctuary rested a single coffin.It wasn’t carved from gold.Nor decorated with jewels.Raze would’ve hated that.Instead, Rowan had chosen white oak from the oldest tree growing within the sanctuary walls.Its surface remained almost untouched, save for one symbol carved into the lid.A silver wolf.Not a crown.Not a sword.Just a wolf looking toward th

KaelNo one ever tells you that peace can feel unfamiliar.For years, I woke expecting war.Expecting another attack.Another betrayal.Another reason to reach for my sword before opening my eyes.Even after the Shadow was defeated…I still woke before dawn.Old habits refused to die quietly.The sanctuary was asleep when I stepped outside.Mist drifted between the silver trees, and the first rays of sunlight painted the mountains in shades of gold.Everything was still.Safe.It should have felt strange.Instead…It felt earned.I wandered toward the hill beneath the Heart Tree.Silver blossoms still covered Raze’s grave.Someone had left fresh flowers there before sunrise.I smiled.That had to be Ares.He’d never admit it, but he’d visited almost every morning.“You’d complain about all this attention,” I murmured.The breeze stirred the blossoms.For just a second…I almost expected one of Raze’s sarcastic replies.Instead…I laughed at myself.“I suppose that’s your answer.”⸻“P

LYRAFive years.It amazed me how quickly time could heal wounds that once felt impossible to survive.The sanctuary no longer resembled the battlefield where the fate of every kingdom had been decided.The broken walls had been rebuilt with white stone and silver marble. Gardens stretched across the mountainside, blooming with flowers from every pack that had joined the Alliance. Children filled the courtyards with laughter instead of cries of fear.Peace had become ordinary.And perhaps…That was the greatest victory of all.I stood on the palace balcony overlooking the valley below.Thousands of wolves had gathered for the Festival of Light, a celebration held every year on the anniversary of the Shadow’s defeat.No one celebrated the war.They celebrated the lives that had been saved because it had ended.“My Queen.”I turned with a smile.“You’ve told me a thousand times not to call me that.”Kael chuckled as he wrapped an arm around my waist.“And you still haven’t convinced me.