The night following the trial was heavy with the scent of ozone.
A storm was brewing over the Blackwood mountains,a physical manifestation of the psychic pressure Zehra was under.
In the Alpha's chambers, Zehra sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling,The act of severing Camille’s wolf had taken a toll on her, She was connected to the Moon Goddess, but her body was still adjusting to the raw power of the Lycan Queen.
Derek approached her, his movements slow and cautious, He sat on the floor at her feet, his large hands gently taking hers,He didn't try to pull her into his lap, he simply waited for her to acknowledge him.
"You were magnificent today," he whispered. "And terrifying, I’ve never seen the pack so silent."
"They're silent because they're afraid, Derek," Zehra said,
