Selene's POV

The morning of my children's departure arrived beneath a cold, gray sky.

I stood in the palace courtyard, watching them prepare for their journey through the seven packs. Their bags were already packed, their supplies secured, and their weapons carefully fastened at their sides.

Yet despite everything I had survived as queen, letting my children leave the safety of the palace felt harder than facing any battlefield.

Dawson checked his supplies for the third time, his ice magic frosting the ground beneath his boots.

Knox sharpened his wooden training blade, small flames flickering around his fingers.

Mira stretched beside him, tiny sparks of lightning dancing across her fingertips....