(Reina’s POV)
The moonlight poured down over the kingdom, bathing everything in a silver glow. The once bloodstained battlefield was now cleansed, the air filled with whispers of a new beginning. The war was over. The Ancient Warlord was gone. The werewolves had won.
But I knew deep inside me this was only the beginning.
The Journey Back to the Palace
Kyle's warm hand wrapped around mine as we rode back to the palace on horseback. His golden eyes flickered with concern as he studied me.
"You haven’t spoken since the battle," he murmured, his deep voice full of worry.
I exhaled, staring at the moonlit trees rushing past us.
"I just... It still doesn’t feel real," I admitted. "I killed him, Kyle. I didn’t just defeat him. I erased him from existence."
His grip on my hand tightened.
