Fiona - POV
As my name was announced as the winner, the crowd erupted into cheers, chanting my fake name, “Rin! Rin!” Their energy buzzed
through the air, but my thoughts wandered elsewhere. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the Three Thrones, curious about their reactions. Flint, Jasper, and Theo sat high above, their regal figures imposing yet unreadable.
Despite my curiosity, I kept my eyes low. As a low-born shifter, it was forbidden to look directly at royalty. The tradition was archaic and stifling, and honestly, it bored me to no end. I focused instead on my throbbing wounds as I made my way to the room where Emma was waiting.
My footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and the moment I entered, Emma rushed to my side. “Sit down,” she said firmly, helping me into a chair. She pu
