Chapter 117

I look up at Zemira. She's watching the dark sky above us, her eyes calm but burdened. Age and worry have weathered lines into the corner of her eyes, and along her brow. She noticeably has no smile lines. A hardened ruler who had a tragic end like most of them usually did.

Her piercing, blue gaze meet mine, and she says evenly, "I am not to be pitied, Alora. I made drastic, irrevocable errors in my lifetime. But my family never was one of them."

"Was Orion?" I find the courage to ask her.

She only turns to the sky again. I understand. The answer waits in the stars. In The Moon.

It has shifted entirely. Orion's Belt only touches the crescent moon on one end, creating a ninety-degree angle as it leans away.

…

They bow as we stand upon our thrones of bones.

Orion's lips are turned up a rare, genuine smile. Those gorgeous, hazel eyes sweep over the sea of Wolves before us. Admiring his creation. Then he turns to me and those hazel irises swirl with flecks of amber.

I say nothing as I mee