The grand hall buzzed with an energy so thick it could be felt on the skin. Hundreds of werewolves, representatives from every pack in the land, filled the room, their eyes locked on the newly crowned Alpha and Luna. Their presence was a mixture of awe, curiosity, and something darker—resentment, perhaps, or fear of the change that had come to their world.
Una stood beside Jason, her back straight, her expression resolute. The weight of the crown was nothing compared to the weight of the eyes on her, but she held her ground, knowing what was at stake. The moonlight filtered through the massive windows, casting silver rays over her, as if the very heavens were watching.
Her hand tightened around Jason's, the steady beat of his pulse beneath her fingertips grounding her. Together, they had
