The Alpha's Forgotten Moonstone Princess
For twenty years, the crystal had remained dark—a cold, hollow reminder of the night the Princess had been snatched from her cradle.
Suddenly, the air in the room began to hum.
A tiny, flickering spark of violet light appeared deep within the heart of the crystal. It grew, swirling and dancing, until the entire room was bathed in a brilliant, royal purple glow.
Prince Caspian gasped, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword. "Father... the Moonstone. It’s... it’s lit."
King Alaric’s breath hitched, a single tear tracking down his weathered cheek. He reached out a trembling hand, hovering it over the glowing orb. The crystal pulsed with a rhythmic, steady beat—the heartbeat of a royal wolf th
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