The forest breathes with a calm it hasn’t known in years. Sunlight filters through the trees, casting golden light over packs now united under Aria’s reign. The scars of war remain, but life thrives again.
Aria walks among her people, silver wolf coiled beneath her, smaller now—majestic but serene. Her presence alone inspires loyalty and hope. Wolves bow, heads low, but their eyes shine with pride, not fear.
Kael follows, ever vigilant, ever by her side. His wolf prowls softly, muscles relaxed for the first time in months. He glances at her with a quiet smile.
“You’re incredible,” he says softly. “Not just in battle… but in everything.”
Aria looks at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “We’ve done more than survive. We’ve built something stronger than Malrik could ever break.”
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