Third Person POV

Three days after the battle, the wolves gathered again.

Not to fight. Not to bury. But to crown.

The ruins of Eldoria were quieter now, though still scarred. The blood had dried, the smoke had thinned, and the surviving werewolves had begun the slow work of rebuilding. But this—this moment—wasn’t about walls or weapons.

It was about leadership.

It was about deciding what kind of world they were building from the ashes.

Raymond stood atop a wide stone platform, a half-collapsed stage that had once been used by Eldorian priests to chant over fallen warriors. Now it held a different kind of ceremony.

His clothes were simple....