The peace of the Silver Moon territory was not a fragile thing, but a cultivated garden. For three years, Seraphina had tended to it with the steady hand of a queen and the heart of a mother. Beside her, Alpha Ryan stood as the mountain—unmoving, protective, and deeply devoted.On this particular evening, the courtyard echoed with the sounds of laughter. Seven-year-old Leo was practicing his forms with a wooden practice sword, his movements sharp and deliberate. Nearby, his sister Luna sat on a stone bench, her eyes closed as she hovered a small, injured sparrow in the air, a soft blue light emanating from her palms."Focus, Leo," Ryan called out, leaning against a stone pillar with a proud smile. "Your strength comes from the earth, not just your shoulders. Root yourself.""I am rooted, Father!" Leo panted, spinning into a strike. "I’m imagining the ground is part of my feet.""And you, little star?" Seraphina asked, walking toward her daughter. She placed a gentle hand on Luna’s sho
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