Chapter 132

• Maya’s Pov
• The air in the Lycan Kingdom was heavy with a strange mix of grief and relief. For so long, fear and uncertainty had ruled these lands, rumors of betrayal, whispers of war, and the lingering shadows of those who had vanished. Now, those shadows had been lifted, but at a great cost.
• I walked through the grand hallway of the palace, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of lantern light, yet the usual warmth of this place was gone. Warriors stood at attention near the doors, their expressions solemn, their shoulders carrying the weight of battles fought and brothers lost. Outside, I could still hear the faint hum of voices, prayers being offered, families comforting each other. The kingdom mourned; not just for those who had fallen, but for all the years spent fighting ghosts and conspiracies none of us truly understood until now.