Selene's POV

The morning of my coronation arrived beneath a clear sky.

I woke before sunrise, but sleep had already left me hours earlier.

My body still carried the exhaustion of the battle. The silver scars along my arms pulsed faintly in the darkness, reminding me of everything I had survived.

I remained still for a moment, listening.

Outside my chamber, the capital was already awake.

Wolves moved through the streets. Bells rang in the distance. Voices echoed as preparations for the coronation continued.

Through the window, I could see the banners of the seven packs waving above the city.

For the first time, they flew together.

I stared at...