Eventual Luna
“We rose.”
The eruption that followed shook the very air.
Fists flew. Wolves howled. Tears ran down faces—old and young, warriors and healers, council members and farmers.
I waited for it to crest, then lifted a hand once more. The hush was slower this time, reluctant, but it came.
“This is not the end,” I said, eyes sweeping over them, “but the beginning. A new chapter. Stronger. Wiser. And no longer afraid.”
My gaze drifted again. Landed on Elena.
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