POV: Lyra

The throne room was filled with wolves.

They had come from every corner of the territory and beyond. The Ironclaw Pack. The Stonefang Pack. The Embermoon Pack. And dozens of smaller packs who had heard the call and answered. They stood in rows before the dais with their heads bowed and their voices raised in a song that echoed off the stone walls and filled the air with something ancient and powerful.

I sat on the throne and watched them.

The silver banners hung above my head. The crown my mother had worn rested on my brow. The power of my bloodline hummed beneath my skin like a...