Chapter 10 - THE QUEEN OF THE NORTHERN SKIES
The coronation day of the dual sovereigns was an event the northern realms would sing of for centuries.
The skies above Solaris cleared completely, washing the black stone citadel in brilliant winter sunshine. Thousands of pack members, warriors, nobles, and commoners filled the grand outer courtyards, their cheers echoing off the mountains.
At the summit of the grand cathedral steps stood Madeline Hayes.
She wore a crown forged from enchanted white gold and interwoven with rare silver filigree that caught the sunlight like captured stars. Her white-blonde hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her eyes burned with the proud, luminous power of the Aethelgard.
King Lucius Vane stood beside her, placing the heavy, velvet-lined royal mantle over her shoulders before stepping back to let her address the gathered multitudes.
As Madeline stepped forward to the edge of the marble balcony, a collective murmur swept through the crowd. High above the spires, a magnificent, seven-foot-tall snow-white wolf materialized for a brief heartbeat on the highest rampart, throwing its head back in a triumphant, soul-stirring howl that shook the very clouds.
Madeline raised her hand, and absolute silence fell across the thousands of wolves assembled below.
"For five years, I walked among you in the shadows," Madeline’s voice rang out, carried by alpha resonance to every corner of the capital. "I learned the cost of silence. I learned the strength of endurance. And I learned that a broken world can always be healed, provided we have the courage to face the fire."
She turned her head, catching Lucius’s steady, adoring amber gaze.
"From this day forward," Madeline declared, her voice ringing with absolute authority and radiant hope, "the north and the south stand as one. No more shadows. No more fear. We rise together."
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An earth-shattering roar of approval erupted from the crowd. Two thousand wolves dropped to one knee—not in forced submission, but in fierce, unwavering loyalty to their true Queen.
The ash was gone. The winter was conquered. And the White Wolf had finally come home.
