The Flame Court basked in golden light.
Peace had returned, uneasy but present. Elizabeth walked the stone balconies, her children beside her, Selene not far behind. Warriors trained, children played, and the banners of the united packs fluttered across the kingdom.
But high above past stars, beyond the veil of gods and memory something stirred.
An eye opened.
And it remembered her.
The Dream Again
Elizabeth stood beneath a sky of fire.
Not a dream no, something else. She floated in a void where stars bled and suns wept, and a voice called her name across eons.
“Elizabeth... Stormborn...”
She turned and saw a throne—black stone, rising endlessly. Upon it sat a woman cloaked in ash and stars. Her face shimmered like a hundred mirrors.
“You sealed the Forgotten God,” the figure sai
