The day of departure from the Crescent Moon Pack arrived with a bittersweet air. Elenor stood near the large oak doors of the guest chambers, her hand lightly resting on the intricately carved wood. The past few days had been nostalgic, filled with memories of her youth and her connection to the pack, but it was time to return to her duties as Queen of the Lycan Kingdom.
Damien, ever watchful, approached her from behind, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Ready to leave, my love?” he asked gently.
Elenor turned to him with a wistful smile. “I’ll miss it here, but yes, I’m ready.”
The goodbye at the pack house was lighter this time. Ava, Lesley, and the other pack members gathered to see them off. Ava gave Elenor a warm hug, whispering, “Take care of yourself, Elenor. You’ve alw
