Ellie’s POV
It had been a few days since the crowning, but the excitement still hadn’t faded. No matter where Ethan and I went, wolves stopped what they were doing. Some bowed deeply, others smiled and came closer to congratulate us. There was laughter in the air again, as if the pack itself had finally taken a breath after years of holding it in. The land felt lighter, freer, and I couldn’t stop smiling at how different things were compared to the darkness Fiona had left behind.
Every time I walked through the packhouse halls, I noticed little changes—voices weren’t hushed anymore, the servants looked up instead of keeping their eyes on the ground, and the warriors trained with renewed energy. For the first time in a long time, there was hope. And yet, I knew that the crown wasn’t just
