Lara's POV
The night was dense with suspense, as Graham and I stood at the Moon Festival Square, surrounded by the ancient trees that murmured mysteries of the Lycan ancestry. The air hummed with the aftermath of the conflict,
the echoes of growls and collisions of force still lingering. But the unexpected finale left us in a condition of uncertainty.
Just after the dust settled, a voice boomed through the square, a voice that sent shivers down my spine. It was the call of the Supreme Council summoning me. The Moon, full and dazzling, lighted the road to the center of the square. As I walked, I could feel the weight of the crown that awaited me.
Graham, my trusty buddy, followed silently. The bond we shared was unspoken, a connection that beyond words.
We approached the stage, where
