The Rejected Queen
“And the Moon has answered. You are her chosen fire. And now, what was lost shall be given again.”
Her hands rose.
From the shadows she carried three relics: a crown of wrought silver and obsidian, dark as midnight but gleaming with veins of light; a dagger, its edge honed from moonstone, glittering with faint runes; and a chalice, gold and deep, carved with the marks of the Old Kingdom.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Wolves bowed without meaning to, the weight of ancient magic pressing them down.
The Wendrah lifted the crown high.
“The Moon gave you her fire,” she intoned. “I give you her throne. Rise, Rayna, Alpha Queen. Blood of kings. Chosen of the goddess. The kingdom is reborn.”
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