Tate laced his fingers with Jaelyn’s hand while his eyes were glued to the middle terrace of the Spirae Animarum, watching Levi and Sébastien- the Âlde Tire- perform the coronation of Aron and Nevaeh. All four of them looked otherworldly up there, the radiance of light that blushed their skin and diffused along the edge of their aura nearly outmatched the Spiral itself.
Perched out in front, next to their grandfather Raith, the little twins looked on, surrounded by the three Lycan from Levi and Nevaeh’s pack. Behind them, the ten wolves from Alpha King Blaez’s Arkadían Guardians lined up as well, respectfully watching the ceremony. The vampires along with Lincoln and Audrey perched further back. Even though Aron wasn't to be their king, they were in attendance for their Âlde Tire.
Jaelyn
