Chapter 20: The Historian's Revelation
(Grace's POV)
Sarah and I returned to our seats, weaving through the thinning crowd as the auction reached its end. The hum of energy still lingered in the air, the moonstone crystals embedded in the walls glowing faintly.
Lucian sat calmly in his wheelchair, his eyes partially closed, fingers resting lightly on the armrests. Beside him, a small moonstone box sat securely. Its polished surface gleamed, hinting at something valuable inside.
Sarah leaned close, nudging me with her shoulder. “Grace.” She tilted her head toward Blake. “Look at him. You’d think winning that sword made him the Alpha King already.”
I followed her gaze. Blake stood in the center of a small circle of pack members. The Sword of the Moon Goddess, with its shining blade
