Chapter 31. The Winner

The border patrol warriors formed two disciplined lines as the carriage slowed to a halt. Behind them, the pack’s banners swayed proudly, announcing their unity and strength.

Theo, Jihoo, Matt, and the council elders stood waiting in full ceremonial attire, their heads bowed slightly in respect.

The carriage door opened, and out stepped Ella.

She was radiant in her warrior’s garb—silver-threaded leather armor that hugged her form, her long white hair tied back in a braid that shimmered like moonlight. At her side was beta Lucian, calm and observant as always, his presence a silent reminder of Damian’s authority.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd of warriors and onlookers gathered along the border path. The rare silver wolf bloodline was not a tale whispered anymore—it was here, standing before them in flesh.

“Welcome, Luna Ella,” Theo said, his tone measured, formal, though his throat felt tight. He bowed respectfully. “The Dam-Nightshade Pack