ERON
The boundary wards of Cedar Creek rippled as we passed through them, the familiar magic recognizing my blood even after two weeks away. Two weeks of intensive training in Moonstone, followed by that fateful journey into the Summer Court that had changed everything. The Crown of First Light—no longer an invisible birthright but a gleaming, tangible presence on my brow—pulsed with recognition as we crossed onto pack territory.
“Home,” I murmured, feeling a tangle of emotions I didn’t have time to unravel.
Lady Meridienne glanced at me, her ancient eyes assessing. “The Crown is responding to the boundary magic. Your bond with this land runs deep.”
Uncle Angelo nodded, scanning the forest with practiced vigilance. “The wards have been reinforced since we left. Kai has been busy.”
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