Chapter 12: Sweet Victory
(Seraphina's POV)
The ancient moonstone token lay cool against my skin, its weight so comforting it almost felt like an old friend. I stood at the top of the ceremonial stairs, watching beneath me as the great hall of the Crescent Moon Pack grew silent.
Powerful wolves from all the territories were here, all eyes locked on me. Years of careful planning. Every calculated step of my journey led me to this.
I brushed my fingers against the moonstone, my movements deliberate and slow. The memory of stealing it from Elara's bedside stabbed through my thoughts. She had no idea what I took from her that night.
She’d been sprawled across her thin mattress back at the orphanage, sound asleep, the exhaustion from yet another day spent hunting to feed those grubby,
