Chapter 53. The Wolf Throne

The sun hung low as Selene and her wolves returned to the Crown of Thorns. Their bodies were battered, their weapons dulled, but their hearts burned bright with victory.

The gates creaked open before them. The survivors within the fortress rushed to meet them, eyes wide with hope, with awe.

Selene dismounted and stood tall in the center of the courtyard. Dust swirled around her boots, catching the light like scattered stars.

Garron approached, his old frame trembling with emotion. He sank to one knee before her, lowering his head.

"Blood of kings, we are yours to command."

One by one, the others followed—wolves of every age, every scar, every broken dream. They knelt before Selene, a silent oath of loyalty echoing louder than any words.

Selene felt the weight of it settle over her shoulders, heavier than a