The kingdom was breathing again.
Not the shallow, frightened breaths it once took under Mira’s shadow—but deep, steady ones. Mira's legacy left a deep stain on their community. She was one of them from the wolf community and deeply trusted, having grown up with many of the wolves of Obsidian Ridge, and she betrayed them and turned them against each other. Many found it hard to forgive or forget.
Seasons turned without blood marking the calendar. The wards hummed with strength instead of strain. But the communities rebuilt, overcame their weaknesses, and invested in the best technologies to offer a sense of protection and security, even rebuilding the palaces stone by stone.
Peace had weight.
Talia felt it every morning.
Years had passed since the day she dismantled the Elder Council
