Chapter 25: The Crown of the Lost Queen
The silver crown floated above Seraphina’s head.
Glowing.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
The entire chamber fell silent.
Even the battle outside seemed distant for one impossible moment.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Seraphina stood frozen beneath the silver light pouring around her body like moonfire. The glowing patterns beneath her skin had spread completely now, wrapping around her arms, throat, and waist like ancient markings carved by destiny itself.
Her breathing became uneven.
“What… is this…?”
The crown pulsed once.
The air shook violently.
Every wolf in the room instantly lowered their heads.
Even Silas.
Even the guards outside the chamber.
Instinct.
Submission.
Fear.
The stranger stared at her with unreadable eyes.
Then slowly—
