Draven's POV
The walk back to the palace was nothing short of chaos. Not the chaotic kind that unnerves you—but the kind that fills you with a strange mix of pride and discomfort. Everywhere we turned, the pack members cheered, clapping and shouting as we passed.
“Draven for Alpha!” someone called out from the crowd, and it was quickly picked up by others, their voices growing louder with every step.
My jaw tightened as I glanced at Zeraphine beside me. Her hair was still messy, soot streaked her face, and she looked exhausted. But she also looked like the fierce, unyielding force she’d been back at that burning house.
I should have been focused on the moment, on what this meant for the Games and the pack. But all I could think about was her—how she hadn’t hesitated to risk her life fo
