(Third Person POV)
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Morning sunlight spilled over the territory of Silver Claw, touching rooftops, training grounds, and the towering pack house that stood at the center of it all. The pack had woken early again, as it had every day since Idris’s return.
Preparations for the crowning ceremony continued without pause.
Warriors drilled in formations on the training fields. Servants carried decorations toward the ceremonial grounds. Elders moved between meetings, ensuring every detail honored pack traditions.
Change was coming.
Everyone could feel it.
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Lady Salma stood in the center of the training field, her blade slicing cleanly through the air.
Her movements were precise, controlled, powerful every strike practiced with purpose. Sweat glistened on her brow, but she did not
