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I could feel the lycan power, but there was something else there too. “She shouldn’t be down here. This is for warriors!” A voice growled from behind Ryder. “Go to hell, Heath. This here is the future queen, and she can go wherever she wants.” A man with dark chocolate skin, black hair, and deep brown eyes stepped forward. He shoved Ryder to the side as he looked up at Lyle. “This is no place for her,” he growled. “Darren would not want her here.” “She insisted. Besides, I’m watching her.” Lyle smirked at the man. “Ease up.”

Blood drained from my face as I allowed his words to settle in. The Lycan King of the North?! Oh, this is definitely karma catching up with me.

The shadows boiled and evaporated wherever my light touched them, unable to withstand the absolute purity of the awakening. Fenrir stopped his mocking laughter. He took a hesitant step back, his massive shadow-wolf features contorting in sheer shock. His obsidian eyes widened as he stared at the blinding pillar of fire I had become. He recognized this light. He had not seen it for a thousand years. He realized, with a creeping dread that finally pierced his arrogance, that I had awakened the full, primordial power of the first Lycan Queen—the very power that had been designed to bring him to his knees.

She didn't wait for his compliance. Natalia turned her back on the iron gates and sprinted toward the steep valley trail. The transformation tore through her muscle fibers like needles of ice, her Lycan blood reaching a violent, boiling fever that melted the snow beneath her bare feet as she broke into a rhythmic, four-legged lurch. Her clothes shredded along the shoulders as her spine broadened, her human posture dissolving into the terrifying, elongated shape of the Lycan Queen. The mountain wind howled through her thick, soot-stained fur, carrying the heavy, oily scent of Varga’s treason ahead of her like a trail of fresh grease.

they howled. "See, we told you, you could do it," they said, mind-linking me. "You will be a great queen." The howling took a long time before it went silent. The Lycan queen stood up. "That's my sons' mate and my daughter. I'm well pleased with her. She will become your queen and lead you as I do," she announced. "I, Mia Blake Jones, hereby declare Anne Hill as the queen of the Lycans." I was shocked. I looked at my mates' faces. They were shocked as well. I slowly looked at the Lycan king's face.

“Today… a new era begins.” He looked at me. And in that look there was no longer fear for my shadows, but trust. A single glance, and every chain of my past fell silent inside me. “I call for a council,” he continued. “In the presence of the empire’s warriors, guardians, and leaders. To strengthen the unity of our packs, and to decide our next steps against the border raids and the unrest within.” A stir rippled through the hall, but his next words silenced everything. “At this council… my Luna will sit. Nyra. As the queen of the Lycáns. As an equal voice in our decisions.”

She gave this wolf detailed information about the pack that left me surprised. At that moment, I realized Nora wasn't just Rafael's mate. She was a spy and traitor of this pack. She was feeding information to people that I could easily tell were enemies. The irony had almost made me laugh. The future Luna of the kingdom secretly helping enemies destroy it. Perfect. This was just what I needed.

When I ran out of my own things, I decorated Nora’s as well. She liked the little designs I sewed into her garments, but she’d been my friend long enough to know that the extra sewing meant I was bored. So, she went to the noble’s library and checked out a few books. I curled up on my bed with one of those books, and tried to focus on the story. Normally I loved reading, but after meeting with Marcus I was too distracted to enjoy the chance to read and relax. Why did the Second Lycan Prince want me to steal those battle reports? He should have access to them, too. The only reason I could think of to have me steal them was that he wanted it to be a secret that he had them.

I tell him and he laughs because he knows how primitive they all become. “You can’t blame us, Gorgeous. You are hot and the only purest breed of lycan queens,” he says defensively. I like him, but sometimes I want to clap him really hard because he sees nothing wrong with their behaviour. It turned out that I am the only she-lycan around. All the current lycan queens are wolves mated to lycans, hence their obsession with me. Nora says maybe them not knowing about my existence until I got my lycan was somewhat a blessing. I would have never been able to repel them otherwise.