The following morning, before dawn, the imperial city of Celestia was still bustling as it ever was in spite of its imperfections.
Many people were still recovering from the full moon's effects, many others were enjoying their wins and losses, and word that Nikolai had been named the new Alpha of Celestia was making its way throughout Celestia and the rest of the world.
Ophelia grinned as she opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of being in Nikolai's arms. It was a peaceful feeling that helped her forget all of her problems and she wanted to stay in that state forever.
Despite the warm sensation, she started to think about what had happened the night before. She moaned, clutching to Nikolai and burying her face in his chest, realizing that she passed out and missed Nikolai's coronation as a result of everything happening like an avalanche that showed no mercy on her soul.
"Alpha Nikolai?" She called in a low, slightly muddled voice.