Elder Raith heard the commotion at the left side of the Spirae Animarum, had heard his son’s anguished shout, and was on his feet immediately. His eyes swung to the coronation, gauging their reaction. The Âlde Tire, Aron, and Nevaeh were much closer to the Spiral than he was, but they didn’t even flinch nor draw their attention toward Tate and what looked like Sam.
It occurred to him then that the light surrounding the ceremony wasn’t merely a grand show. It was also a warded barrier that had been drawn up around them so nothing would stop the coronation. They were within their own bubble and would remain so until Aron and Nevaeh were officially the King and Queen of the Lycan.
Although, hopefully the ceremony was near it’s end! There was trouble, and he needed to go figure out what made
