Your Majesty

Emily's POV. Outside, Mom pulled me into another hug. "You did well in there, sweetheart. I know how hard that must have been." I nodded against her shoulder. "Mom, what do we do now?" "Now," Alpha Christ said, "we prepare for war." Messages were sent to every allied pack and supernatural community, warning them of the threat and calling for a united front. The triplets worked tirelessly, coordinating with other young wolves to set up communication networks and gather intelligence. Alpha King and Luna Queen had been recovering slowly, their minds and bodies healing from the trauma they'd endured. But their condition was still fragile, prone to sudden relapses and moments of confusion. "They're asking to see you," Mom told me quietly, pulling me aside after a particularly intense meeting. "All of you." We made our way to the quiet wing of the pack house where the royal couple was recuperating. As we entered their room, I was struck by how small they "Emily," the Queen said. "And the you