Emily POV
I and Damian walked back to the Crescent Moon Pack palace. The weight of the night still lingered on our shoulders, heavy and unrelenting. The tension that had slowly built throughout the confrontation with King Edward and the capture of Riven clung to the air, refusing to lift. Neither of us said much as we made our way through the familiar forest paths. The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable, just reflective. We had seen too much in the span of a few hours.
King Edward, who had walked with us for a short while, departed with his guards at the edge of the territory. His regal bearing, his stride, and his voice lingered in my memory. There was something powerful and almost intimidating about him, a king not just by title but by presence. I could still hear his words to Ri
