The palace was alive with light.
Golden chandeliers dripped from the vaulted ceilings, their crystals refracting the glow of enchanted candles that never burned low. The grand hall, usually reserved for war councils and solemn decrees, had been transformed into a spectacle of silk banners, towering floral arrangements, and the low, thrumming pulse of music played by the royal orchestra.
Tonight was the Alpha King’s Ball—an event held once every decade, where the most powerful wolves from every territory gathered to reaffirm alliances, broker treaties, and, most importantly, witness the coronation of a new Luna.
My coronation.
I stood before the floor-length mirror in my chambers, my breath shallow as Amira adjusted the silver circle atop my head. The gown I wore was nothing lik
