Third Person pov :
Dawn did not break over the Silver Moon Estate with its usual golden warmth. It arrived as a pale, fragile sliver of gray light, desperately trying to push back the longest, bloodiest night in the history of the pack.
The grand iron gates were sealed, fortified by hundreds of elite Enforcers. The massive courtyard was dead silent. Standing entirely alone in the center of the sprawling cobblestone driveway were two women who had spent the last fourteen hours enduring unimaginable psychological torture.
Helen Snow, Aria’s mother, paced frantically, wringing the fabric of her heavy wool coat. Her eyes were swollen and red, devoid of tears because she had simply wept them all away. Standing two paces away was Queen Eleanor Blackwood. The mother of the Triplet Kings sto
