101. Jalen

My packmates were working tirelessly, sanding down the rough spots on the wooden floor of the pack's hall in preparation for the Lycan king's coronation coming up in seven days.

I watched one of them up on a ladder, hanging glittering lights from the rafters and another laying down fresh coats of paint on the walls

The hall was beautiful with a long red carpet laid, leading to the platform and the stage and the scent of flowers filled the air as a group of packmates arranged beautiful bouquets on either side of the platform.

I could feel the energy and excitement from my packmates as they worked, it was palpable and it made my heart swell with pride.

My mum stood rigidly beside me, her eyes shining with excitement.

"This is so beautiful," she nudged me and I nodded in response.

She took a deep breath and said, "A king needs his queen."

I rolled my eyes, feeling annoyance wash over me.

She placed a hand on my arm, her grip tight. "You can't wait to marry Malory."

I frowned and said, "