The fight was finally over. Elizabeth could hardly believe it. Everything was over, all the lies and deception, the loss and manipulation. There was finally peace in the Moirai.
Or, as much peace as a wolf pack could have.
Two weeks had already passed since Bass had been exiled, and for two weeks, they’ve been living without his shadow, or fear of him, covering them.
Elizabeth still felt slightly uneasy, though. The moon had still been showing her troubling dreams, things she couldn’t yet explain.
A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts.
“Luna,” the wolf bowed before her, and Elizabeth had gotten used to the deference very quickly. Even she had to admit, royalty had its perks. “The Alpha is summoning you, in his hall.”
“He is, is he?” Elizabeth arched a brow. “Tell him I’ll be right there.”