The Alpha’s forgotten daughter
At the foot of that platform, hundreds of pack members had already gathered, their voices rising and echoing across the valley as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
At the center sat the royal seats. My father, Alpha Kael Ashwood, occupied the throne-like chair reserved for the reigning Alpha.
Beside him sat Luna Seraphina Ashwood, dressed elegantly as always, a satisfied smile resting on her lips — the smile of someone already anticipating my humiliation.
About ten of us stood in line, waiting for our names to be called. I tied my hair back with a golden ribbon and slipped on a fitted black jacket, an extra set of clothes folded neatly in my arms in case my wolf finally decided to come.