Chapter 170 The Royal Coronation & Celebration

• MILLIE’S POV
• The ground beneath the executive pavilion didn't just vibrate; it hummed with the collective, rhythmic thud of thousands of boots. Long before I even opened my eyes, the sheer, primal weight of the pack’s presence had penetrated the thick timber walls of our home.
• There were no mists today. No lingering shadows of the courtroom, no phantom scents of blood from the execution blocks, and no suffocating dread. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the mountain air tasted entirely clean.