The full moon hung high and brilliant above the Blackthorn Kingdom. Its silver light bathed the sprawling royal forest, illuminating the ancient, stone-ringed clearing where generations of Alpha Kings had gathered with their packs to honor the changing of the seasons.Tonight marked the first official Moon Gathering since the conclusion of the war, and for the very first time in five long years, the entire pack had come together in genuine, undisturbed peace. Large bonfires crackled merrily around the perimeter, casting a warm, orange glow against the towering pines. Warriors greeted one another with firm, brotherly embraces, young pups chased each other playfully between the trees, and the eldest wolves shared stories of the old days over platters of roasted venison. The crisp autumn air was thick with laughter. Hope had truly returned to Blackthorn.Killian stood at the center of the clearing, surrounded by his high commanders. Dressed in midnight-black ceremonial robes embroidered
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