The next morning every shifter, and their family, that had been under the Alpha King’s control arrived at the pack. They weren’t ready to handle so many guests, but this was it. This was every warrior’s moment to shine, to prove themselves to their Queen. Alana looked a little better, but no less heartbroken. Now, her tears had dried and she was filled with rage. Angry was a good look for her, Riley thought bitterly.
By mid-afternoon, the Vampire Army arrived, with Isabelle at its head. She looked different, more confident, an air of superiority surrounded her eternally youthful appearance. She was beyond ready for this moment. Gone were the old Victorian dresses, and a dark outfit, fit for a queen stood in its place. Riley had dressed similarly, in a dark tank top, black leggings and a
