When The Moon Hides Her Crown
The crowd had fallen silent, every gaze locked onto me.
I stood at the center of the grand arena, still in my wolf form, tall, lean, and blood-smeared, my white coat streaked with dust and crimson. My breathing was steady, controlled, the silence around me heavy with judgment. Across the room, my father’s cold, commanding black eyes found mine. But I didn’t blink.
“Why?” My voice rang out, sharp and unwavering, “I defeated every candidate. I earned this.”
I was Seraphina Nightbane, the only child of the Alpha of the North. No one questioned him. No one dared. Although I always had.