Chapter 117:

The grand hall is alive with energy.

Golden Crest has seen its share of destruction, but tonight—tonight is about rebirth.

About new beginnings.

It's been a little over a month since the war and the pack is almost fully recovered. Burned buildings are almost complete, although, the pack still grieves for the enforcers we lost.

Brothers, mates, sons, daughters. Their lives mattered.

The chandeliers above cast a warm glow over the gathered pack members, their faces brimming with anticipation. The air is thick with emotion, a blend of excitement and pride.

At the front of the hall, King Damon and Queen Rhoda stand tall, their regal presence unwavering. But tonight, they do not stand as rulers. Tonight, they relinquish their power.

And they give it to Caspian and I.

I still can't believe it.

Once, I was the rejected, the unwanted. A human among wolves, an outcast in my own skin.