They walked out into the courtyard. A large tent had been set up. Inside, wolves from different packs were waiting.

Laura took a deep breath. This was it. Her first real act as Queen.

She walked into the tent. Every conversation stopped. Every eye turned to her.

"My wolves," she said. "My people."

The words felt strange. But also right.

"We won," she said. "We fought together. We bled together. We survived together."

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.

"But winning the battle isn't the same as winning the war," Laura continued. "The real war is what comes next. Building something better. Something that will last."

She looked around...