The Little Wild Secret
Below, the wolfkins' voices rose in a haunting chant, an ode to the ancient songs of our people.
Ethan gently lifted a crown, its moonstone glinting in the soft light, and placed it with reverence upon my head.
"Chloe, you are my one and only queen.
"As our queen, you are destined to lead our people."
The valley rang with the sound of cheering.
Ethan, holding a chalice of sacred spring water, offered it to my lips. One sip, and the ritual would be complete.
However, as the rim grazed my lips, a jarring alarm shattered the peace.