Elsa’s POV
A week had passed since Veronica’s public disgrace, and the Red Claw Pack had finally begun to settle again. The air was different now lighter, calmer but beneath it, I could still sense a current of tension, like a storm waiting for the right moment to rise.
The pack was busy with preparations for the upcoming coronation — Alpha Dylan’s formal ceremony to introduce me as Luna before all allied packs. Every hall buzzed with excitement; servants ran about with decorations, tailors adjusted gowns, and cooks argued over the menu. The scent of fresh flowers and roasted meat filled the air.
But even with the laughter and chatter, there were corners of silence reminders that not all wounds had healed.
I walked through the courtyard with Neris and Lila by my side. The afternoon sun
