[Elara’s POV]
The heavy, gold-trimmed doors of the Grand Throne Room slammed shut, cutting off the frantic, scrambling sounds of Lady Seraphina and her humiliated guards fleeing the castle.
The silence that followed was deafening.
I stood at the base of the obsidian stairs, my chest heaving with deep, shaky breaths. The ethereal white mist that had exploded from my body was slowly receding, pulling back into my skin and leaving behind a faint, warm tingle. My legs suddenly felt like they were made of jelly. The sheer amount of energy it took to project an aura powerful enough to bring thirty pureblood Lycans to their knees was astronomical.
I swayed slightly, my vision blurring at the edges.
Before I could even take a step, a massive blur of motion crossed the room. Strong, familiar a
