their clan's founder. The nights she dreams about him

she heard her closest friend Hera grumbl

ning to face Althaia's bed. She was dumbf

s for her cousin because werewolves were known to r

resting on a cushion. It was her crown. She sighed as she pondered the responsi

ash

r home in the heart of the woodland of Montgomery. Aside from the moonlight, lanterns hun

ir Queen Mother, who was sitting in the large, polished chair they had prepared for her, in the middle of their discourse. T

fter a while, she stood up and walked up to the small stage in the center of the yar

nd looked at her entire tribe. Everyone was attentively listening to her speech. "I understand that the goal of this gathering is t

d looks. Just like the other werewolves, they had not expected their Queen Mother to retire s

ed out to Calista authoritatively

Hera and Althaia, puzzled. Everyone el

," Hera urged,

everyone, the queen extended her hand and smiled. "I am thrilled t

as she gaped at the Queen Mother, who was n

lieve what had just occurred. She looked at their table for her peers, but all she saw was Hera, wh

ess to the throne as a tremendous honor, but she was also cognizant of the duties that came with it by the time she sat on

f flas

d hear practically everything, even if it was far away because werewolves had e

tepped outside their house, she was greeted by a fierce chilly wind. She could only

ed by the trees and heard another whimper. She moved her gaze to their Queen Mother's r

it had diminished. She continued to walk despite her knees shaking from her unreasonable anxiousness. When she saw th

she noticed a tall person rushing away

e person was wearing. "Althaia?" she said. She was sure it was her beca

she noticed something strange i

yes widened in terror, and she stumbled to her feet when she sa

ron bars of the yard's gate. She was lifeless t

she sc