Chapter 100
Zeraphine’s POV
The halls blurred around me as I walked, my steps swift, driven by the single thought pounding in my mind—I needed to leave. Now.
The moment my gaze had locked with Draven’s across the sea of faces, something inside me had twisted, an ache both sharp and familiar. And I had known, without question, that staying any longer would have been a mistake.
The weight of the night pressed down on me, heavy and unrelenting. It wasn’t just exhaustion settling into my bones—it was something deeper. Something final. The coronation was done. The pack had chosen.
And I had stood there, watching it all unfold like a spectator in my own story, a ghost lingering where she no longer belonged.
I reached my room, shutting the door behind me with a quiet click, as if sealing my
