Three months had passed since the night Kylen carried her out of hell.
The palace had transformed for the occasion. Silver and crimson banners fluttered from every tower, torches lined the grand processional path, and thousands had gathered from across the kingdom. Wolves from allied packs, neutral territories, and even some who had once feared the Mad King now stood shoulder to shoulder in the vast courtyard. Today was not just a coronation. It was a declaration to the world: the king had found his queen, and she had chosen him in return.
Maisie stood at the top of the wide marble steps leading to the sacred temple, heart steady despite the thousands of eyes upon her. She wore a gown of deep crimson silk threaded with silver wolves and storm runes, the fabric flowing like liquid moonlig
