Chapter 42
Viona's POV
Four years later
I stood before the full-length mirror, staring at my reflection with a kind of hesitant awe. For the first time in my life, I wore something entirely untraditional-no warrior leathers, no training gear, no ceremonial furs or armoured boots. Instead, I was dressed in a flowing navy-blue dress that shimmered in the light like water under moonlight. A delicate silver pendant rested against my collarbone, a parting gift from my mother.
My hands smoothed down the fabric for the fifth time, unsure whether the trembling in my fingers came from nerves or excitement.
Eighteen.
The age of decision, of freedom.
And for me, it was the day I would finally honourably and officially leave the lands of my pack to enter the human world - not just as a wife o
