LOGINAuthor’s POVThe reaction was immediate. Gasps spread softly through the crowd while whispers erupted almost instinctively. The silver-threaded ceremonial gown shimmered beneath candlelight with every step she took while the long train flowed behind her elegantly like moonlight itself.She looked breathtaking, regal and untouchable.For one beautiful moment, Isyra forgot every fear she carried. The entire hall was staring at her. Admiring her. Exactly as they should.Her gaze instinctively searched for Elder Monroe first.The moment their eyes met, his entire face lit up. Pride shone so fiercely in his eyes it almost made Isyra emotional again. He looked at her like she had already placed the crown directly into his hands.And perhaps she had. He gave her the smallest nod, but the meaning behind it was enormous.You did it.Years of plotting. Manipulation. Patience. And now his daughter stood only moments away from becoming Luna of one of the strongest packs in the territory.The sigh
Author’s POVThe entire pack house was alive with noise.Servants rushed through the corridors carrying trays of jewelry, ceremonial cloths, flowers and silver bowls filled with sacred oils. Guards stood at every entrance dressed in formal black uniforms marked with the Alpha’s crest while voices echoed endlessly from room to room.Outside, the pack grounds had been transformed overnight. White banners bearing the Alpha bloodline symbol hung from pillars and balconies. Fresh flowers lined the pathways leading toward the ceremonial hall. Music drifted softly through the air from the musicians gathered below.Everything looked beautiful and perfect. And yet inside the dressing chambers prepared for the future Luna, tension stretched so tightly it felt ready to snap.“Where is it?”Isyra’s sharp voice cracked through the room like a whip. The maids jumped immediately.“The silver hair clip Henry gave me for my eighteenth birthday,” she snapped again, rising abruptly from her chair. “Wher
Author’s POVThe entire pack house was alive with noise.Servants rushed through the corridors carrying trays of jewelry, ceremonial cloths, flowers and silver bowls filled with sacred oils. Guards stood at every entrance dressed in formal black uniforms marked with the Alpha’s crest while voices echoed endlessly from room to room.Outside, the pack grounds had been transformed overnight. White banners bearing the Alpha bloodline symbol hung from pillars and balconies. Fresh flowers lined the pathways leading toward the ceremonial hall. Music drifted softly through the air from the musicians gathered below.Everything looked beautiful and perfect. And yet inside the dressing chambers prepared for the future Luna, tension stretched so tightly it felt ready to snap.“Where is it?”Isyra’s sharp voice cracked through the room like a whip. The maids jumped immediately.“The silver hair clip Henry gave me for my eighteenth birthday,” she snapped again, rising abruptly from her chair. “Wher
Author’s POVThe office fell silent the moment Isyra left. She had walked out with a noticeable lightness in her steps, convinced she had successfully manipulated Henry into believing Madam Joyce and Lysera were working together to destroy her reputation. Convinced she had turned his anger toward them and pulled him back onto her side once again.Henry remained standing where she had left him, his eyes fixed on the closed door long after the sound of her footsteps disappeared down the hallway.The room suddenly felt too quiet.Slowly, Henry exhaled and dragged a hand down his face before turning toward his desk again. The papers scattered across it blurred together meaninglessly now. His mind was elsewhere entirely.On Isyra, Madam Joyce and on Lysera. And on the mess growing larger around all of them.Henry lowered himself back into his chair slowly, his gaze hardening little by little as he replayed everything Isyra had just told him.The guards had been found. That part was true. N
Author’s POVHenry went completely still. For a brief second, there was no reaction on his face at all. Then slowly, his brows pulled together harder.“What?” he asked quietly.Isyra lowered her eyes immediately, as though ashamed to even repeat it.“I know how it sounds,” she said softly. “That’s why I didn’t want to say anything at first.”Henry’s gaze remained fixed on her face, sharp now and attentive in a way that made her feel slightly steadier inside.“She said that?” he asked again.Isyra nodded faintly. “She implied that you and I were falling apart,” she whispered. “And that… she could step into my place.”A flicker of irritation crossed Henry’s features instantly. Good. Isyra saw it and pressed further carefully.“She kept smiling at me while saying it,” Isyra continued, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. “The way she looked at me…” She swallowed hard. “It felt wrong.”Henry’s jaw tightened.“And then,” Isyra added quietly, “she started talking about the guards from
Author’s POVBy the time Isyra reached the pack house, she had worked herself into a frenzy.Her breathing was uneven, sharp and shallow as she hurried through the grounds. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, each beat harder than the last, until it felt as though it might burst straight out of her chest.Panic clawed at her from the inside. Not the graceful sort she could bury beneath tears and soft smiles. This was ugly panic. Wild panic. The kind that made her thoughts trip over themselves.Madam Joyce knew too much. Too much. And if Henry truly was questioning those guards right now—No.No.Isyra pushed the thought away immediately as she stormed through the large entrance doors of the pack house.The sound echoed loudly enough that every servant in the main hall turned toward her at once. Conversation died instantly. The atmosphere shifted the moment they saw her expression.Isyra barely noticed. Her eyes swept across the room frantically, searching for Henry. When sh
LyseraI snapped awake to screaming.Not the kind that belonged to nightmares or memory, but real—raw, panicked, echoing through stone and corridors like a warning bell rung too hard, too fast.“Maids! Healers! Someone come—now! The alpha is drying!”Harlow’s voice.My heart slammed against my ribs
Author’s POVThe visiting Alpha arrived just before dusk, his presence announced long before his footsteps ever crossed into the pack house.There was a shift in the air when another Alpha entered foreign territory—an instinctive tightening, a low hum of awareness that ran through the guards and se
Author’s POVHenry stood ankle-deep in water.The lake was small and shallow, the surface barely disturbed except for the faint ripples spreading out from where he stood. The water was cold enough to bite, but not enough to hurt. Pale reeds ringed the edges, bending slightly as though moved by a br
LyseraFor a long while after I fell silent, Healer Apollo said nothing.The room felt strangely small then, as though the walls had crept closer while I was talking. The quiet pressed against my ears until I almost wished he would interrupt me, accuse me of lying, do something to break the tension







