Chapter 11: Obedience After Disobedience
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Roared.
The sound shook the rafters of the hall. Five years of silence, of whispers, of a pack that had forgotten what it meant to follow a true Luna. Now they remembered.
I stood tall as the cheers died down, and I felt Keal at my shoulder. He didn’t reach for me. Not yet. But he wasn’t stepping away either.
“The rogues who attacked me,” I said, voice cutting through the noise, “were sent by someone inside this pack. I want them found.”
Keal nodded once. “I’ll handle it.”
For the first time, it didn’t sound like an order. It sounded like a promise.
Over the next week, the pack changed. Patrols doubled. Training started again at dawn. Mira ran the healers’ den like she’d been born for it, and the younger wolves started calling me Luna without flinching.
Keal and I barely spoke. When we did, it was about the pack. About borders. About the rogue we still hadn’t caught.
But at night, I’d catch him watching me from across the hall. Like he was trying to figure out if I was real.
On the seventh night, he came to my room.
“You were right,” he said. No preamble. No pride. “I failed you.”
“And?” I said.
“And I’m not going to fail you again.”
He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t need to. What he did was step forward and put his hand on mine.
“Partners,” he said again.
This time, I nodded.
The past wasn’t fixed. But the future was ours to rebuild.
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