Ally's POV
The iron tang of blood lingers in the air, a stark reminder of the finality of what has transpired. Nathan's once-commanding aura now dissipates like mist beneath the rising sun. His era- the reign of terror and manipulation that held the Luparian Kingdom in its icy grip- has drawn to an unceremonious close.
I stand amidst the chaos, the clamour of the pack settling into a low murmur, as the realization dawns on all. Lucas, Nathan's wolf, once a fierce presence, is now nothing but a fading spectre, his essence scattering on the winds of change. My heart thrums, not with fear, but with the tentative beats of newfound freedom. Around me, the kingdom watches, their eyes wide with a cocktail of horror, relief, and anticipation.