(Idris POV )
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The pack grounds were alive.
Silver banners bearing the crest of Silver Claw fluttered high above the ceremonial field, snapping in the wind like proud declarations of our strength. Warriors stood in disciplined rows, their armor polished until it caught the sunlight. Elders occupied the carved stone seats surrounding the platform, while civilians filled every open space, their voices rising in waves of excitement.
At the center of it all stood the Crowning Stone.
Ancient. Unmoving. Witness to generations of Alpha rule.
And today… it waited for me.
My boots struck the stone platform with a quiet echo as I stepped forward.
Every sound around me seemed to dull for a moment the cheers, the murmurs, even the wind. I could feel hundreds of eyes on me, watching, judging
