POV: Araya
The coronation celebration continues into the night. Wolves feast and howl, celebrating the unity of clans under Araya's rule.
But not everyone celebrates.
Serenya watches from the shadows at the edge of the clearing. Her packless status means she should have left the territory long ago, but desperation and rage keep her here.
She sees Araya standing at the center of attention, Ronan at her side, Lucian in her arms. Everything Serenya wanted. Everything she tried to destroy.
And it drives her mad.
"This isn't over," Serenya hisses to herself. Then louder: "This isn't over!"
The celebration pauses. Wolves turn toward the sound.
Serenya steps out of the shadows, her appearance wild and ragged. Her honey-blonde hair is matted with dirt and blood. Her clothes are torn. But h
