CHAPTER 45

Serena POV

The Summit hall thrummed with whispers, a thousand wolf hearts pounding in tension. Every eye, every fang, every clawed hand seemed drawn to me, the small bump of my growing child pressing against the fabric of my gown.

The Moon Stone’s shattering had already shaken the room, and the memory of its impossible, golden-white light still clung to my skin like fire.

I stood beside Lucien, my hand resting lightly on my belly. The bump was impossible to hide, impossible to ...