The weight of the world rests heavily on my shoulders.
I stand at the center of a vast room, the meeting space where once, Magnus and Elias had clashed for power. Now, it’s a neutral ground, where I must make decisions that could change the fate of both our packs and possibly the entire werewolf world.
Elias stands by my side, his usual confident and calculating demeanor softened by the vulnerability he’s allowed me to see. I can feel his gaze on me, steady and unwavering, as though he’s entrusting me with more than just leadership—he’s entrusting me with his heart.
“Lena,” he says quietly, his voice almost a whisper in the heavy silence that hangs between us. “What happens next? What do we do now that you know the truth about your lineage?”
I meet his eyes, my own heart pounding in my
