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Thousands of wolves filled the valley, their ranks unified as every single pack within the Blackthorn territories stood shoulder-to-shoulder under the clear blue sky. Elder Rowan stepped forward onto the stone dais, reverently carrying the traditional Crown of the Luna. Unlike the Alpha King's heavy crown of solid gold and sharp obsidian, the Luna's crown was beautifully crafted from delicate white gold, shimmering moonstones, and intricate silver vines. It was simple, elegant, and entirely unburdened by arrogance—just like the woman destined to wear it. Elder Rowan held the shimmering crown toward Killian. According to ancient pack tradition, the Alpha King would place the regalia upon his

The golden collar gleamed like a crown—and wasn't that the sickest joke of all? Kael had worn crowns. Small ones during ceremonies, elaborate ones for state functions, the simple circlet that marked him as Crown Prince during court sessions. He knew the weight of gold against skin, knew how it caught the light and proclaimed ownership, status, *power*. But he'd never seen gold used like this. Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Others lifted their heads toward the ceiling as their voices echoed in raw celebration. My throat tightened painfully. Tears burned behind my eyes. Not weakness. Pride. Overwhelming, unstoppable pride. Then came the crowns. Ancient heirloom crowns were brought forward—massive compared to their tiny heads, crafted from silver and lined with protective runes carved by ancestors long gone. Each crown shimmered beneath the torchlight, heavy with history and power. One by one, the elders gently lowered the crowns above each child—not resting fully on their heads yet, but hovering symbolically above them.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

Just wind. And silence. Behind her: the crown—no longer gold, but forged in obsidian and bullet casings. It wasn’t worn. It was placed—on a pedestal. A symbol. She didn’t need it on her head. Because the world had already bent its knees. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — FINAL ENTRY OF THE CITADEL ERA “I did not inherit an empire. I burned the ashes and named the smoke.” “I did not want their crown. I broke it, reforged it, and left it behind.”

And I think the Moon Goddess hasn't just taken me to her kingdom yet, so that I can witness the rebirth of the monarchy. Drake advances with 3 other alphas. In the hands of the 3 alphas, 3 crowns on a cushion. - Queen Katniss, we took the liberty of having our best craftsmen make these crowns. All the packs present, and even those represented here by others, contributed with gold. The contribution was so great that it was enough to make 100 crowns. The gold that remains will be the fund for the royal army. 3 simple chairs, which Drake had asked Alex's parents for, are brought to the bottom of the stairs and the 3 mates go down and sit down.