What a day to become queen.

Ava's Point Of View

"CATCH HER!" I heard one man yell among an angry mob. They were wolves and they held torches and wooden stakes as they pursued a lady in a thick black cloak. She looked pretty young, probably in her early thirties. Why were they after her?

Some of the men looked familiar. I remembered some of their faces, they were warriors of my previous pack, the silverclaw pack. I identified one of the men to be Yakmesh, Alpha Lucien personal lackey and lap dog, he did whatever his master asked of him. He was wicked and was in charge of all the executions in the pack.

They were all still chasing after the woman in a black cloak, but she wasn't alone, she held tightly to a little baby girl, whom she carried in her arms with an urgency to protect. The pack warriors pursued them, the strong stench of hate and their thirst for blood could be perceived from them. Why were they after them so bad? What was Lucien up to?

A loud and terrifying howl erupted in the sky. A huge black fur wo