Eleanora’s POV

Years had passed like whispers on the wind, and our pack thrived in the warmth of peace and unity. Our daughter, Lola, had blossomed into a remarkable young woman, strong, intelligent, and fiercely determined.

Though not yet an Alpha, Lola was deep in her training, preparing to one day lead. She carried the weight of our legacy with grace, her silver-gold fur shimmering in the sunlight, her sharp eyes reflecting the fire and wisdom inherited from both Gannon and me.

Today was a milestone, not a coronation, but a rite of passage marking her progress in mastering the skills, discipline, and heart required of a future leader.

The...