Chapter 42.

Serana POV.

It’s the day of the gathering with the Alphas. I make my way towards the temple, passing thousands of Lycans. They all look at us, some with fear, the others with curiosity. I have come to get answers, but I have come for war if need be.

I look around and snarl if a Lycan’s gaze lingers for too long. I decided to wear all black leather with boots. My fiery red hair is up in a high ponytail. Vilkas is wearing black jeans and a black button-down shirt with the first three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair a tousled mess and damn if I don’t want to rip his clothes off and take him now.

“Focus Serana, you can jump him later.” Bedelia is on high alert as we keep our gaze forward. Even though Vilkas has my hand in his, I can’t calm down.

We walk towards the temple of Selene and there, sat in a large circle, are the Alphas and on a throne is Hyperion.

He is tall like all Lycan’s. His sandy blonde hair is styled meticulously. His blue eyes shine and