After the revelations at the coronation, Ravyn was never the same again. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and Seraphine had served it so perfectly that the taste of it still sat bitter on his tongue every time he breathed.
Most of the Alphas cleared out as soon as they finished dealing with the snow, leaving only the ones who'd been hurt bad enough to stay in the hospital.
The pack house sat quiet even with a handful of guests still hanging around, mostly relatives of those hospitalized, and that quiet only made the emptiness inside Ravyn feel heavier, like the walls themselves were pressing in on him.
The pack house that had once felt like home had turned into nothing more than empty space as he wandered through it, passing the remaining guests like they didn't even exist.
