Chapter Forty-Welcome to Northern Crescent
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Elara’s POV
The cars were black enough to swallow dawn.
Engines idled low and steady in the courtyard, exhaust ghosting pale against the stone. Wolves moved with the efficient hush of farewells already said-doors closing, crates strapped down, guards climbing into place. The Valemont banner stirred once in the mountain wind, then fell still, as though even the silver pine held its breath.
Aeron clung to me, cheek sticky with the last bite of honey bread, curls warm against my throat. Mister Dwagon dangled from one wing, miraculously intact after everything he’d endured. “Car go fast?” he whispered.
“As fast as we need,” I told him.
Cassia claimed the middle seat with a sweep of crimson wool and a declaration that if anyone handed her a pamphlet on proper royal posture, she would eat it. Caius sauntered behind her, announcing he wanted the spot with the “secret compartments.” Julian, without lifting his gaze from his tablet, listed exactly where those compartments were, which earned him a smirk from Caius and a muttered, “My compliments to your paranoia.”
Thorne stood apart, one hand on the open door of the lead SUV, black coat cutting a sharp line in the morning light. His golden eyes found mine, steady as the mountain beneath us. “You ride with me,” he said neither command nor question, simply certainty.
Inside, the leather smelled faintly of cedar. I strapped Aeron into his harness, kissed his knuckles when he pouted, and tucked Mister Dwagon beside him for moral support. Thorne slid in last, his weight shifting the car, his hand braced on the seatback near my knee. The proximity burned, though his tone stayed practical. “Everyone strapped? Cassia-if you refuse, I’ll inform Lyanna.”
“If you tell Lyanna, I’ll tell your council you snore,” she shot back.
“I don’t,” he said flatly.
“That’s exactly what a snorer would say,” Caius chimed in.
Julian sighed like a weary parent. “Wheels in five.”
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The gates opened. Wolves on the wall bowed their heads-or didn’t. My last look caught the courtyard where Aeron had learned to run, the dark nursery windows, my mother’s hands once pressed over my panicked chest. Then the mountain swallowed the view.
Aeron discovered the window switch. “Up! Down! Up! Down!”
Before my sanity cracked, Thorne leaned close. “Want a real mission?” he asked. Aeron froze, rapt. “Watch the trees. If they wave the wrong way, say ‘trees rude,’ and we’ll make them apologize.”
Aeron nodded solemnly. “Tree friend,” he ruled, satisfied.
The forest road broke onto gravel and then to tarmac. Waiting at its edge-Thorne’s jet. Sleek black, Crescent crest at its nose, stairs already lowered. Aeron pressed his palm to the glass. “Sky house.”
Thorne’s voice softened. “Sky house.”
The SUV doors opened in crisp choreography. Thorne helped me down with a hand at my wrist—an old gesture, and one that tethered more than it should. At the foot of the stairs, Chief Steward Maris crouched gracefully to Aeron’s eye level, presenting him with a silver wolf pin. “You get these for
courage,” she said. “And for listening when the bell goes ding.”
“Ding,” Aeron whispered, reverent.
Inside, the cabin gleamed-cream seats, soft carpet, curtains for privacy. Aeron stopped dead, tilted
his head back, and greeted the ceiling gravely: “Hi, sky.”
Cassia bowed with a flourish. “Your Majesty of Clouds, behold your kingdom: seat, window, snack
table, blessed be its name.”
“Blessed,” Caius intoned.
Julian, settling with his back to the wall, murmured, “If you’re done canonizing furniture, perhaps review the safety card.”
Cassia gasped. “The sacred scroll?”
“One day,” Julian said dryly, “your sarcasm will save us all.”
Maris buckled Aeron in, securing Mister Dwagon with equal seriousness. “Dragon secured. Highness
secured.”
The hum of engines rose, a sound that had once made me sick with dread. Aeron tugged my sleeve. “Last time sky was not nice.”
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“This one is ours,” Thorne said, steady as stone.
The jet leapt. Aeron squealed, clapped both hands over his mouth, then looked wide-eyed at Thorne. Thorne leaned forward, gently lowering the small fists. “You can make joy.”
Aeron grinned so brightly it hurt.
The seatbelt chime sang. “Ding,” he whispered. “Ding,” Thorne confirmed.
Maris served water, fruit, and butter cookies. Cassia dealt cards for a game called Find the King, which Caius promptly cheated at, earning himself a raspberry tax. Aeron decreed Julian “Seeker of Lost Things,” a title Julian accepted with surprising solemnity. For a while, the sky filled with laughter, crumbs, and a toddler’s very serious laws.
Later, with Aeron drowsing under a blanket, I brewed tea in the galley. When I turned, Thorne stood there, too close, touching my wrist with a knuckle-asking, not taking. “Say it again,” he murmured.
“That this one is ours,” I whispered back.
His eyes softened. “Thank you.”
I made him return to his seat before anyone noticed my pulse racing.
By the time clouds opened to reveal Crescent’s coastline, Aeron had declared Maris part of his “Cloud Guard” and promoted Julian to “Map Boss.” Thorne leaned toward the window, pointing out the harbor lights. “See the necklace?” he told Aeron. “That’s the city welcoming us home.”
Aeron clapped. “Home.”
It wasn’t-not yet. But the way Thorne’s eyes met mine, fierce and grateful, made it feel like a promise we might keep,
Thorne’s POV
The sky had a sound. Not the hum of engines or the occasional shudder when crosswinds tapped the wing, but a sound older than machines-pressure against steel, the steady inhale and exhale of altitude holding its ground.
Hours into the flight, the rhythm had become a second pulse beneath my skin. Aeron’s small snore added its own beat, soft and broken by murmured words only he and his dragon understood. Elara
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shifted against the leather couch across from me, her lashes brushing her cheeks, her wolf awake beneath her skin even if her body longed for rest.
Cassia’s crimson sweater had been repurposed as Aeron’s blanket at some point-half draped over his legs, half dragging on the floor as if insulted by its new role. She lounged barefoot on the couch’s other end, braiding her hair with lazy precision. Caius sat sprawled like a cat who’d claimed territory, boots crossed on the low table, dagger balanced over his palm in a rhythm that made Maris sigh every time she passed.
Julian, naturally, hadn’t moved in two hours except to adjust the tablet on his knee. His thumbs worked silently, his gaze flicking between whatever coded disaster he was monitoring and the Occasional glance at Cassia, who pretended not to notice until she caught him and raised one brow with slow, devastating amusement.
It was domestic chaos. In the air. On my jet. A kingdom in miniature.
And it was mine.
Not by right of crown or blood, but by choice. By theirs.
I leaned back, stretching long legs until my boot nudged the edge of Elara’s. She glanced up, grey eyes steady, unflinching even when she caught me watching. She didn’t look away. That small defiance -the quiet certainty that I would take her gaze and not make her regret it-settled deeper than any oath my generals had ever sworn.
A chime broke the stillness. The pilot’s voice, calm and professional, filled the cabin.
“Majesty, we’re approaching Northern Crescent airspace. Beginning descent in twenty minutes. Weather is clear, visibility excellent. Prepare for landing.”
Elara’s hand immediately went to Aeron’s curls, brushing them back as he stirred. His golden eyes blinked open, unfocused, then widened as the plane tilted. “Mommy,” he whispered, tugging at her sleeve. “Sky moving.”
“It’s just the wings,” she murmured, smoothing him down. “We’re going lower.”
He sat up straighter, clutching Mister Dwagon like a co-pilot. “We go down now?”
I leaned forward, voice pitched low but carrying. “Not yet, little wolf. But soon. And when we do-” 1 gestured toward the window, where sunlight was beginning to burn through the last veil of cloud. “You’ll see something worth remembering.”
Cassia groaned theatrically. “If you make it sound like a sermon, he’ll expect thunder.”
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“Thunder is acceptable,” Caius said, flipping his dagger once and catching it without looking. “So long as the city doesn’t disappoint.”
Julian finally looked up, smirk dry as steel filings. “It won’t. I’ve seen the numbers. Even Crescent’s arrogance looks good on paper.”
“Arrogance looks better on marble,” Cassia muttered, twisting her braid into a knot.
Elara’s mouth quirked despite herself. “You’ll survive marble, Cassia.”
“I’ll survive,” she said, gesturing at the window, “but only because I’ll carve obscenities into the palace doors when no one’s looking.”
“Please do,” Julian said smoothly. “It’ll improve morale.”
“Improve your ego, more like,” she shot back.
Their bickering rolled like background music. I didn’t stop it. Let them laugh. Let them fill the cabin with sound that didn’t belong to war or loss.
I reached across the small aisle, resting my palm lightly on Aeron’s knee. He stilled, curls haloed by light breaking through the window. “Look outside,” I told him.
He pressed both hands to the glass as the clouds tore open.
Northern Crescent revealed itself in pieces, like a beast uncoiling from shadow.
First the coastline-jagged cliffs rising sheer from the sea, white spray striking black rock. The bay curved inward like a great mouth drinking sunlight, docks stretching into the water like the fingers of a hand that had never lost its grip. Ships moved in lines too neat to be chance-naval precision, Crescent discipline carried even onto the tide.
Then the city itself. Roofs climbed in terraced waves from harbor to high ground, dark stone veined with pale marble, banners snapping gold and black in the breeze. Wide avenues cut straight lines through markets and courtyards, dotted with fountains that caught the sun like mirrors.
And above it all-the palace.
A fortress built to outlast centuries, spires rising like spears, walls layered and folded like a wolf’s body braced for battle. Towers crowned in slate and obsidian gleamed sharp against the morning. At its heart, the great hall spread wings of glass and stone, light pouring through its high windows so that it seemed to burn with the day itself.
It was not beautiful in the way of Valemont’s silver pines or Ashthorne’s gardens. It was beautiful the
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way a storm is beautiful-dangerous, unyielding, alive.
Aeron’s breath fogged the glass. “Big house,” he whispered, awed. “Sky castle.”
“Not castle,” Cassia corrected softly, her gaze unexpectedly reverent. “Crown.”
Elara’s lips parted. Her wolf pressed close, I could feel it even from across the aisle. She didn’t speak, but her eyes told me everything-fear, wonder, the heavy ache of stepping into a world that would never be simple again.
I swallowed against the growl building in my throat. This moment mattered. Not the guard lines waiting below, not the banners already unfurling at the palace gates, not the politics sharpening their
knives.
This. Her. Him. Us.
I let the silence hold for a breath longer, the weight of it anchoring every gaze in the cabin. Then I said it, my voice rough but steady:
“Welcome to Northern Crescent.”
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The words rolled through the cabin like a vow. Cassia stopped braiding. Caius’s smirk softened into something almost serious. Julian inclined his head with rare approval, as if even he couldn’t spin this
moment into anything less than monumental.
Aeron turned from the window, eyes wide as coins, and grinned at me. “Daddy King, it’s ours?”
Elara’s breath caught. Her gaze locked on mine.
I nodded once, letting the gold flare in my eyes so every wolf present felt the truth of it. “Ours.”
The engines shifted pitch as the jet descended lower, angling toward the runways that gleamed like blades in the sun. The city opened its arms-or its jaws. It didn’t matter. I would make it ours, stone by stone, howl by howl, until the word home was no longer foreign on Elara’s lips.
Until Aeron could look at these walls and see safety, not shadow.
Until I could stop pretending the crown was a cage and admit that, with them, it might finally be a kingdom.
The plane shuddered once as wheels reached for earth. Aeron squealed, clapping both hands. Cassia grinned. Caius muttered something about surviving turbulence only to die of ceremony. Julian smirked like he’d planned every second.
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And Elara-her hand slid over Aeron’s, steadying his excitement, steadying herself, steadying me.
The wheels touched down. The engines roared. The crown waited.
And I, Alpha King, did not think of war or politics or power.
I thought of family.
And I thought. We are home.
