The Grand Hall of Dravengard had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale.
Kira had not expected anything like it. She had braced herself for something formal, something stiff and ceremonial, but not this. The great hall had been transformed entirely.
Banners in the deep colours of House Wolfe hung the full length of the walls. Flowers spilt from every surface.
Hundreds of guests filled the rows, Alphas and Lunas and high-ranking Lycans from across the territories, all of them dressed in their finest, all of them turned toward the front of the hall in anticipation.
She felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she stood just outside the massive double doors with Derek.
She let out a long, shaky breath. This is really happening, she thought. I'm about to become a queen. A real, actual queen.
"All Hail His Grace, King Derek Wolfe, and Her Highness, Queen Kira Wolfe!"
