Chapter 99 The Reign Of Peace Begins

• The air was thick with anticipation as I stood before the grand table, the sound of hushed conversations drifting through the room. The room itself felt almost too small for the weight of what was about to transpire. It wasn’t just a treaty being signed today. It was the culmination of everything we had fought for—a moment of hope after years of bloodshed, betrayal, and loss.
• The grand hall was filled with leaders, all standing together under one roof, though each carried the weight of their own kingdom, their own people. They were the representatives of werewolves, Lycans, and humans alike—groups that had never, in our lifetimes, been able to sit in the same room without suspicion, fear, or hatred clouding their judgment. But today, today was different. Today, we were rewriting the rules of the game, erasing the lines that had divided us for so long.
• I could feel the quiet rumble of nerves in my chest as I took my place at the head of the table. This moment, so fragile, could easily shatter if I let my fear take hold. But I couldn’t afford fear now. Not when so much was at stake.