Chapter 45 The Coronation

• The throne room shone with golden brilliance. Tall vaulted ceilings, adorned with ancient carvings and the Lycans’ family crests, seemed to reflect the history woven into the walls. Under the stained glass dome, a soft light fell directly onto the altar platform in the center of the hall, where the royal throne stood elevated.
• Along the aisle leading to the dais stood representatives from all allied packs. Alphas in ceremonial garments, their Lunas adorned with silver and precious stones. Soldiers, diplomats, elders — everything arranged according to ancient protocol, and in this setting, absolute silence reigned. Everyone waited.
• The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.