Ellie’s POV
The word spread like a spark. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, and I felt it echo inside my chest.
“Ethan of Blackstone. Ellie of Silvermoon,” the elder continued, his voice like iron and earth, steady and unshakable. “You have endured curses, betrayal, bloodshed, and shadows that sought to break you. And yet you stand here—together. Proof that fate bends for those who are strong enough to fight it.”
My throat tightened. My chest ached. His words didn’t just feel like ceremony—they felt like truth.
Somewhere in the crowd, a wolf raised his head and howled. The sound was raw, powerful, and soon others joined. One after another, voices rose until the courtyard shook with the wild harmony of wolves. The sound thundered against the stone walls, rattled in my chest, pulled at
