She took in the crowns in front of her. She recognised them. Decades ago, she had seen paintings of them. They were in a hidden palace she had visited with Pearl. Pearl had said that they belonged to the Werewolf king. That there was darkness around the crowns. They brought war and suffering to those who wore them.
Standing here now, she could feel the darkness. It was not good that they were here.
‘Why do you have them on display here? Why not have them hidden, safe?’
‘They are our greatest treasure. Plus, they will be on display at the ball.’ She turned to Julian.
‘What ball?’
‘We are planning a ball for the summer solstice. There will be packs from all over coming for it.’ She turned back to the crowns.
‘Hmm.’ She touched the glass and felt that darkness even more. Then she placed
