Elizabeth's POV
The last two weeks flew by in a haze. Most of the packs had arrived, and I had made it my mission to personally greet them. I believed in greeting not only humans but their wolves as well.
They had willingly come here to fight for their future Queen Luna, risking their lives for me, my family, and our kingdom.
And I fought for the wolves. My kind.
These wolves wanted to be free. And I owe them that.
I needed them to be free.
Free to find their mates.
Free to have the choice of when to shift.
Free from all curses and spells.
Free from all this misery, war, and violence.
I wanted their packs to be free. The wolves loved to be free, as did their loved ones and children.
I have listened to every soul that has stepped into our packland. Their complaints, compliments
