Chapter 15 - The Unbroken Kingdom
Silence fell over the Dragon’s Teeth pass as the last remnants of the southern fog dissolved into the afternoon sun.
Across the canyon, the northern warriors let out a triumphant roar that shook the very clouds from the sky. The war wolves howled in victory, their voices echoing across the mountains in a glorious celebration of peace restored.
Aldrick sheathed his sword, walking over to Ilira. He looked down at the battlefield, then turned to meet her gaze, a profound mixture of awe, fierce pride, and deep affection shining in his eyes.
"You saved us all," Aldrick murmured, gently taking her hand.
"We saved each other," Ilira corrected softly, leaning into his side as the warm wind swept through the valley.
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Months later, Blackstone Fortress looked entirely different. The dark, cold stones had been replaced with bright courtyards filled with laughter, unity, and life. The packs lived in absolute peace, no longer divided by birth status, strength, or prejudice, but bound together by the unbroken spirit of their true queen.
That evening, standing together on the highest balcony beneath a magnificent, glowing silver moon, Ilira looked out over her kingdom. She was no longer the wolfless servant hiding in the shadows. She was the heart, the soul, and the eternal sovereign of the north—and beside her, the Alpha King smiled, knowing that their reign had only just begun.
