HANNAH
The crowd clapped, cheered, and waved banners along both sides of the road leading to the estate. At some points, people pressed so close that the convoy had to slow to a crawl.
Guards stepped out to control the excitement, but the crowd barely acknowledged them.
Their attention was fixed on the Alpha, his family, and—I supposed—me. Technically, I was part of that family now.
Pure joy lit every face I saw. It was clear now just how much they had despised Dawson’s rule, though fear had kept them silent.
For a fleeting moment, I almost wished Dawson were alive to see his so-called subjects celebrating his downfall. Almost.
I glanced at Willa. She was grinning, her face pressed to the glass. Then, on impulse, she rolled down the window and waved. The moment the crowd spotted he
