Scarlett’s POV"Stand right here, Lady Scarlett," one of the maids whispered. She was really good at using her hands to put a pretty pearl button on Scarlett's fancy dress. The dress was a dark blue that looked like the night sky, with shiny silver pictures that sparkled like stars.Scarlett did what she was told, standing quietly. She held her dress a little bit, feeling a mix of unsure thoughts. The helper was very gentle and nice. It made Scarlett feel better even though she was thinking a lot of things in her head.Elara was talking to another maid and they laughed together. Their laughs were light, like a breeze. They were wearing really special dresses that they never wore before. The dresses were super fancy and fit for the big palace event."All done, Lady Scarlett," the maid said, looking happy with her work. She stopped touching Scarlett's dress and smiled. Scarlett said thank you with a small nod and a little smile. Then she looked at Elara, who was talking to a helper abou

Scarlett’s POVAmidst the growing tension, things changed again. This time, everyone there paid close attention. The King walked in and immediately got everyone's respect. His fancy robes flowed like a graceful dance as he walked. Each step he took showed he was in charge and confident. He wore fancy clothes with lots of designs and shiny jewels that sparkled in the light. Just his presence made everyone look up to him. He was the very picture of power and being fancy.When he came in, the whole room felt different. Even the people in the far corners of the room showed respect by bowing their heads. Everyone knew he was the king. The air was full of a mix of wonder and obedience. They didn't say it, but they all knew he was really important. It was impressive to see how everyone reacted to their leader. It showed who was in charge and what the customs were.Not wanting to be different, Elara and I quickly joined the others in showing respect. Bowing felt strange to us because we didn'

Scarlett’s POVI saw Michael stand up slowly from his chair. He had hurt our kingdom a lot before. His face looked really serious, and then he coughed to get everyone's attention.He said, "Hey, King and everyone listening. I'm Michael. I'm the one who made Swiftclaw attack the Lycan Kingdom. That's why your old king died and Scarlett got caught." He stopped talking for a moment so everyone could understand what he'd done.People started talking more and more, like they were upset. It seemed like lots of folks didn't like Michael being there. The King knew things were getting bad, so he spoke louder to calm everyone down."Shh! Be quiet!" the King said loudly. It was so quiet after that, and everyone looked at Michael again.Michael kept talking. He knew he'd done some really bad things. "I know you all might be really mad at me. I caused a lot of pain. But I'm not here to fight. I want to make things right.""Hey King, important people, and everyone listening," Michael said, sounding

Marco’s POVSwiftclaw's grin grows bigger, and he looks mean. "Oh, Marco, you really don't know, do you?". My heart races, the steady gallop of the horse beneath me now joined by the fast beating of my chest. The news about Sage's betrayal hits me hard, leaving me shocked and confused.I feel both mad and hurt inside me. Sage, my Beta and best friend, had been working against me all this time? It's a thought that's hard to get, too weird to be real. But Swiftclaw's mean grin and his cold words leave no doubt. Why does betrayal keep following me?The world blurs around me as I try to get what I just heard. Sage had been the one who had supported Swiftclaw, who had promised me our plan would work. The bond we had, the trust we built—it's all broken now."How... How can that be?" I talk with a shaky voice, showing how confused and upset I am.Swiftclaw's laugh is harsh, a mean sound that cuts through the air. "Oh, Marco, don't act so surprised," he teases, his words filled with satisfact

Marco’s POVI was sitting on the cold, hard floor of a dimly lit cell. I felt tired and slouched, my face reflecting the weariness within me. The damp floor sent shivers through me, making me feel cold from the inside out. I had been in this place for over three hours, and the determination that had driven me to find Scarlett was slowly being replaced by doubt. The cell remained quiet, except for the distant echoes of guards' footsteps and occasional shouts from outside.Leaning against the rough wall, my thoughts churned like a storm in my head. I kept replaying how I had ended up here – the urgency of my mission, the intricate path I'd navigated through the prison, the thrill as I drew closer to the cell. But now, all I felt was exhaustion and a sense of confinement.I recalled the conversations I'd had with Swiftclaw, that enigmatic figure who seemed to possess all the answers I sought. Yet, Swiftclaw's motives remained elusive, much like the shadows dancing on the walls. I thought