ELIANA'S POV

I never imagined the ruins of my childhood territory could look… peaceful. But a few weeks after the war, as the final touches of the coronation platform went up, I found myself standing in the same clearing where my father once held full-moon gatherings. The trees were taller now. Wilder. A little like me.

Kristen stood beside me, quiet for once, hands clasped behind his back. He’d given Blackclaw back to its rightful name without hesitation, and he’d done it with this ...