POV: Mira
The full moon hung high in the sky, spreading a golden light over the gathering. I stood in the midst of the sacred circle, clad in the ceremonial marks of the ancient Luna—symbols of strength, union, and renewal etched in crimson and gold over my flesh. The air was dense with expectancy, every eye fastened upon me.
Cassian moved forward first, his gaze calm as he bowed deeply. Rosalie followed, her expression a combination of pride and admiration. One by one, the pack members knelt, their actions a modest vow of fidelity.
All save one.
Lila stood unmoved, arms folded and brow furrowed. "I still don't believe you're fit to rule," she remarked, her voice striking through the calm.
A grin pulled at the corner of my mouth. "Then watch closely… because I'll burn down
