Dorian's POV
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The original Silver Wolf stood before us like a living monument to everything we had fought for and everything we had yet to face.
I had seen many things in my years as Alpha. Battles, betrayals, miracles but nothing had prepared me for the weight of her presence. She was ancient in a way that transcended age, a being carved from the very fabric of moonlight and starlight.
Her eyes swept across my pack, lingering on Elara, on Selene, on Lyra. When her gaze met mine, I felt something shift in my chest. Not fear but recognition.
Alpha Dorian, she said, her voice resonating in my mind. You have done well with what you were given.
"I did what was necessary," I replied aloud.
Necessity is the mother of greatness. She stepped closer, her massive form casting a shadow tha
