LILA'S POV
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I stood at my locked roomâs window, the Silvermoon packhouse buzzing below as crowds gathered for Dariusâs coronation. The event ground was packed, pack members cheering for a murderer they thought was their savior. To me, this was the worst decision the pack could make, crowning a selfish monster as alpha.
The mate bond flickered, a faint pulse of Asherâs love, my only comfort. I turned from the window, my heart heavy with anger and fear. Dariusâs rise meant danger for me, for the pack, for everything I held dear.
I showered, the hot water doing little to wash away my dread. The guards outside paced, their boots a constant reminder of my cage. Asherâs letter, hidden under my pillow, whispered his promise to save me, keeping me strong.
Tara slipped in with a breakfast
