Chapter Thirty”
Chapter 300
The moon was full the night we carved our names into history.
The air was thick with anticipation–wolves from every direction had gathered, from the ruins of rogue dens to the fringes of forgotten packs. Some bore scars. Others carried children. All carried stories that had never been heard… until now.”
I stood on the stone ledge overlooking the clearing, Ayla pressed to my chest. Her small fingers clutched my cloak, her heartbeat soft against mine. She was the reason I had survived. The reason I had become more than a Luna, more than a victim. She was why I chose to rise.}
Behind me stood Garrick, stoic and proud, and Keiran, my equal in war and soul. Around us, a council of the discarded–once rogues, outcasts, banished wolves–now united under one vision.
The flames of a hundred torches danced below.
I stepped forward.
“I was once cast out,” I began, voice steady, magnified by the stillness of the crowd. “Rejected. Stripped of title. Marked by shame. I was left for dead in a forest that didn’t know my name.”
The wolves listened in silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.
“I was not the only one,” I continued, lifting my gaze to the sea of eyes before me. “How many of you have been denied your birthright? How many were hunted for being different, cursed for being strong, abandoned for being unwanted?“>
A growl rippled through the crowd–not at me, but in shared memory. Pain. Anger. Recognition.
“We were told we didn’t belong. That we had no place. No future. But they were wrong.”
Ayla stirred in my arms. I kissed her forehead and held her higher, letting them see her–this child born of fire and prophecy, carried through death and delivered into hope.
“This is the new beginning. Right here. Right now. We are not rogues. We are not broken. We are Stormborn–forged in chaos, reborn in purpose.”
A cheer erupted–raw and wild and filled with something holy.
I pointed toward the land behind us, a vast stretch of untouched forest nestled between mountains and rivers. It had no name until now. It had no Alpha until I stood on this ledge.”
“I claim this land in the name of every wolf who has ever been cast aside. We call it Stormborn Hollow. It is not ruled by bloodlines or power. It is led by unity, by justice, and by the strength of our scars.“}
Keiran moved to my side, slipping his fingers through mine. “And if war comes?” someone shouted from the crowd.
I met their gaze. “Then they’ll face something they’ve never prepared for–a pack born not from fear, but from freedom.“}}
The night exploded into howls. Not mournful cries. Not battle calls. But songs of rebirth.
I didn’t cry. Not yet.
I stood tall, Ayla on my hip, Keiran at my side, the broken now gathered in glory beneath the moonlight.”
And as the stars bled silver across the sky, I whispered the truth that burned in my soul:0
They called me broken. Now they call me Queen.
