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I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

I pulled out a folded letter and started reading. Princess, I know what you’re up to. I have studied you for far too long not to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. Keep trying to one up the King and it will be your head that I will take as my first act as Queen! If you know what’s good for you, you will back the fuck down. Oh, also stay the fuck away from Jax. Him and the crown are mine, not yours! “What the fuck?” Jax and I both said at the same time and looked at each other. All of a sudden I felt woozy and got extremely lightheaded.

Queen Zakyra, the Queen of Poziarne, who had the affinity of fire, the Unburnt Queen— who yielded fire at her finger tips and was burning in fire. The smell of rotten corpse burning spread in the air and their blood curling wails intensified. Avalyn's heart had slowed down. She was bleeding way too much. Her mouth was open and a drop of blood leaked out and a sob lodged in my throat. Her eyes were open and were loosing it's light. No. No. No.

“And my scouts will assist your search. But in the meantime, Your Majesty, we are without clear leadership for what is left of our kingdom. Succession should go to Assanan’s son, but we are unable to locate him or even know if he still lives.” “Assanan is no longer your Alpha King,” I declare. I turn to Lyra. “But his daughter is here, and she is your new Luna Queen.” Gasps and murmurs erupt from those still kneeling behind Tehlan’s squad. His eyes go wide as his gaze searches between me and Lyra. Gazing back at her, he bows low. “Your Majesty.” Lyra doesn’t miss a beat. “Let’s get our kingdom in order.” The woman I love never ceases to make me proud.

I lift my gaze from my spot in the yard. Her arms are full of books, her brow furrowed, mouth set in a determined line that tells me before she even speaks—she’s decided something. She doesn’t ask permission. She doesn’t look for reassurance. She just moves forward now, as though she’s always known the path. Elunara has been so set on returning Khael to us that she hasn’t realized she’s already taken her place as the Hollow’s queen. I stand from my spot as she gets close. The sunlight streaks through the trees and dances over the white strands in her silver hair.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

She thought of her mother’s whispers in the dark, of Maelis’s prophecy, of Eloria’s sneer: You don’t have the heart to claim a throne. She closed her eyes. “Do you doubt it?” The voice startled her. She turned to find Lyra Esthaven emerging from the shadows, her dark braids catching the starlight. Her leather armor was scarred, her eyes sharp and weary. “You move like a ghost,” Serenya said softly. Lyra’s lips quirked. “And you glow like a star. It makes us even.” They sat in silence for a moment before Lyra spoke again. “I’ve seen what crowns do to rulers. They crush them. Twist them. Sometimes they kill them.”

She doesn't say anything to that, but she doesn't look away either, and when she goes to sit across from Cole a moment later — not talking yet, just present, the way Wells was present for her on her own first morning — I understand that whatever this pack is becoming, it's teaching all of us the same lesson at slightly different speeds. Renata gets him settled with the same ritual she gives everyone — boots, flashlight, knife, no explanation beyond you'll need them eventually — and it's only once he's fed and half-asleep on a cot in the corner that she pulls me aside, voice low enough that even Wells, three feet away, has to lean in to catch it. "Word's spreading," she says. "That's not noth