EPILOGUE
UNDER THE SAME MOON
Years later, children played in the gardens of Moonstone Hall.
The palace was no longer a place of fear.
Its doors stood open.
The royal archives welcomed scholars.
The northern packs sent representatives to the council.
And every year, the kingdom celebrated the Night of Remembering.
Elena stood on the balcony with the silver pendant around her neck.
Below, Elyan spoke with the council.
Aldric sat nearby, older now, but peaceful.
Lyra smiled beside him.
Elena looked at the moon.
She remembered the frightened young woman who had arrived at the border with nothing but a mysterious letter.
She barely recognized that girl.
She had once believed she needed someone else to tell her who she was.
Now she understood.
She had always carried the answer.
The silver wolf appeared at the edge of the forest.
Elena smiled.
The wolf turned toward the mountains.
Then it disappeared beneath the trees.
No warning.
No prophecy.
Just a quiet reminder.
The story was never truly about a lost king.
It was about a family that found its way home.
And a kingdom that finally learned to remember.
The End
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