Chapter 48

• The sun was warm on Amara’s face as she walked through the lush forest path leading to her mother’s grave. The world around her was alive with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds, but her heart was quiet, reflective. Her steps were unhurried, each one deliberate as she carried the artifact in her hands. Its faint glow pulsed softly, a calming presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of her thoughts.
• It had been weeks since the battle that had united the packs, and in that time, life had slowly begun to return to normal. The villages were rebuilding, the packs were forging stronger bonds, and her role as a leader and Luna was becoming more firmly established with each passing day. But Amara had felt the pull to come here, to this place where her mother rested, ever since the fighting had ended. It was time to face the past, to honor it, and to move forward with clarity and peace.
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