POV: Alpha Jackson Reynolds
The echoes of the coronation howl still vibrated in the stone walls of the palace, but the heavy, ceremonial weight of the Star-Iron crown was now sitting on a velvet cushion in my study. The banquet had been a triumph of unity, but the silence that followed was what I craved most. One by one, the Alphas and their entourage had retired to the guest wings, the halls now patrolled by the rhythmic, metallic footfalls of the Moon-Guard Warriors.
In the Royal Nursery, the air was warm and scented with the lavender-infused oils Luna Gemma had prepared. Amethyst and I stood over the Moon-Oak cradle, watching Lyzandra and Eamon drift into a deep, magical slumber.
"They look so peaceful," Amethyst whispered, her hand resting on my arm. "It’s hard to believe the Goddes
