Zane~
Justice had finally been delivered.
The last echoes of Darius's and Timothy's wails trailed off into the stone corridors of the palace like smoke thinning into the night, leaving behind a silence that seemed louder than their screams. My chest rose and fell in steady waves, the weight of what my Natalie had endured now melting into a slow-burning triumph. It wasn't just victory—it was survival, vindication, and something even sweeter when paired with the warmth of her hand wrapped firmly in mine.
The grand hall of the Lycan palace seemed to breathe with us. Chandeliers threw shards of golden light across floors, catching on the steel edges of armor, the shimmer of gowns, and the eyes of every soul gathered. Their murmurs rippled like an unsettled tide—half respect, half anticipation.
