Chapter 43
The war was over. For the first time in days, the territory of the Ashen Moon Pack was quiet. Not the tense, suffocating silence that comes before battle— But something softer. Something healing. Wolves moved through the clearing, tending to the wounded, clearing debris, and gathering what remained of their strength. The alliance Lyra had unknowingly built had not yet dispersed; many of the wolves who had answered her call lingered, uncertain, watching. Waiting. Because something had changed. Not just in the balance of power— But in the world itself. At the center of the pack grounds, Kaelen stood tall once more. His wounds had healed far faster than they should have. Though faint scars remained, his strength had returned almost completely. But he felt it. Something was differ
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