***Nova***
My heart raced in my chest as I stood behind the grand doors of the hall, the ceremonial room buzzing with anticipation. The air was thick with the scents of pine, smoke, and the slight tang of adrenaline. I shifted nervously in my slightly baggy tuxedo, the fabric feeling foreign against my skin. The seams tugged just enough to remind me of the differences between my true form and the persona I was about to present.
Today was my coronation, my official rise as the new Lycan King of Zeldra—an honor that came with immense weight and responsibility. Yet, in my case, it meant pretending to be something I was not. A male. A king. Zeek Hendrix.
The last Lycan King had been my father, a formidable man whose presence filled a room with power and authority. I—a twenty-year-old with l
