Selene's POV

The weeks following my coronation were peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

Every morning, I walked through the palace and watched the kingdom slowly settle into its new life. Wolves no longer lowered their heads because they feared me. They bowed because they respected the queen who had fought for them.

The seven packs were finally standing together.

Yet whenever I looked beyond the celebration, I felt something I could not explain.

A pressure in the air.

A warning buried beneath the silence.

Something was coming.

I found Nyx in the palace garden one evening. She sat beneath an ancient tree, her silver form glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. The...