Beatrice POV
The Silvermist delegation arrived three days later, exactly on schedule.
I watched from the upper windows as their convoy entered the gates, smaller and less impressive than ours had been. Alpha Riven led them, with Luna Riven beside him. Eamon was there too, looking worse than when I'd seen him last. And Selene, her face twisted with barely concealed rage.
"Ready for this?" Theron appeared beside me, dressed in full formal attire.
"No." I smoothed down my emerald gown, the Wynter crest gleaming on my chest. "But I'm doing it anyway."
"That's my sister." He squeezed my shoulder. "Remember, you have all the power here. They're the ones who should be afraid."
We gathered in the Great Hall, all four of my brothers standing with me in a show of unity. Darius positioned himse
