Chapter77: The peacemaker

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV  The full moon hung heavy in the midnight sky, its silvery light a silent witness to our victory. I stood atop the ancient stone cliffs that bordered our territory, my senses alive with the electric pulse of unity that now coursed through the veins of every werewolf pack under my reign. For the first time in centuries, we had come together as one formidable force, not out of fear or submission but out of respect and a shared vision for the future. The air was charged with the scent of pine and the faint traces of battle long since ended-a reminder of the blood we had spilled for this fragile peace. "Kelly," Jason's voice broke through my reverie, his hand warm and grounding on my shoulder. The weight of his touch brought me back from the precipice of my thoughts, anchoring me to the present. "Jason," I replied, turning to face him. His eyes held the reflection of the moon, twin pools of resolve that never wavered. "We've accomplished something remarkable. But it's