POV: Lyra

The great hall was silent.

I sat on the throne with the silver banners hanging above my head and the crown my mother had worn resting on my brow. The fire burned low in the hearth and the shadows danced on the walls and the only sound was the wind outside the windows.

Jaden stood at my right.

Becca stood at my left.

Selene stood behind me with a scroll in her hands and a look on her face that was serious and steady.

"The reports are in," she said. "The demon fortress has been destroyed. The Western Watch has reclaimed their territory. The packs are returning home."...