The news came just after dinner.
Due to rising concerns about the rapid evolution of the hybrids, new sightings, unexplained disappearances, and unsettling reports from the Northern perimeter, the Elder Council issued a formal announcement: The coronation of the Alpha triplets and their Luna would be postponed until the following month.
Velicia exhaled in relief the moment she heard it. A whole extra month before she’d have to wear fancy dresses, follow royal etiquette, and be “Luna Queen Velicia” with all the bells, bows, and burdens that came with it.
“Oh thank the moon,” she murmured, sinking onto the couch beside Elenora. “I was not ready to start curtsying for nobles with sticks up their—”
“Language, My Luna,” Elenora deadpanned, flipping through a report.
“—thrones,” Velicia cor
