The sun rose over the kingdom of Edilia,its golden rays piercing the remnants of the night and casting a warm glow over the battlefield.The throne room,once a stage for violence and betrayal,now lay silent,the only sounds the distant cries of the wounded and the soft weeping of the survivors.
Leo,his body battered and his spirit weary,leaned against a pillar,his eyes closed as he took in the aftermath of the battle.His wolf was sated,the beast within him calmed for now,but the man was left to grapple with the weight of what had transpired.
Lia stood at the edge of the dais,her gaze sweeping over the room,her heart aching at the sight of the destruction.The throne,once a symbol of power and stability,now stood as a reminder of the fragility of their world.She turned to look at Leo,her eye
