POV Amethyst
The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of the Diamond Moon Pack House, casting long, silvery shadows across the marble floors. Downstairs, the atmosphere was far lighter than it had been in decades. I could hear the muffled sounds of the thirteen Alphas and the Elders. They weren’t plotting or debating; they were celebrating. They were toasting to the day’s progress over glass after glass of aged whiskey, their voices booming with a genuine camaraderie. For the first time, the Elders—Maeve, Tala, Ylva, Ashina, Torvin, Bran, Remus, and Cayden—were in complete alignment with the Alphas. They weren't against me; they were for the North. They wanted the Royal Kingdom restored just as much as I did.
To the rest of the world, we were the triumphant leaders of a ne
