(Leyla POV)
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The pack grounds were alive.
From the infirmary windows I could see the distant banners fluttering in the wind, the silver crest of Silver Claw glinting under the bright morning sun. Warriors lined the ceremonial grounds in polished armor, elders gathered in their formal robes, and civilians filled every open space.
Today the pack would witness history.
Today Idris would be crowned Alpha.
And today… the pack would learn who would stand beside him.
His mate.
Or the chosen one.
Everyone already believed they knew the answer.
Lady Salma.
I stood beside the infirmary window for a moment longer than necessary, watching the distant movement of people gathering. The faint roar of voices carried across the territory like waves breaking against stone.
Excitement.
Hope.
