Mark by Destiny.
Alpha Dean proclaimed, raising his hand, “we end the age of bloodshed. Let this mark the birth of the Moon Alliance — an oath of unity among all packs. No more darkness, no more division. The moon shines on us all.”
A great cheer erupted once again. The warriors beat their chests, howled, and raised their weapons to the sky.
Liora looked up, her eyes tracing the pale morning moon that still lingered above. She could feel the moon’s energy — gentle now, approving.
And for the first time, she didn’t feel the weight of destiny. She felt peace.
As the celebration began, Christen came to stand beside her again.
“So… what now, my Chosen one?” he asked with a teasing grin.