DANTE’S POV

The morning air was crisp, sharp with tension. The alarm bells rang across the Grayfang pack, sounding through the halls and hallways, like an emergency call. But it wasn't an emergency; the pack knew what day it was. It was the day of Elara’s coronation. A day everyone had waited for, especially Elara and me.

It's finally here.

Guests had already started arriving. I could feel the tension in me growing in the way the pack members hurried about, in the nervous glances ...