[Third Person].
Two days later, the Carter household was unusually lively that evening.
Word had already spread across Stormveil that Alpha Draven's coronation was drawing near. But what truly fueled conversation was not the coronation itself. It was the uncertainty surrounding Meredith.
In the main sitting room of the Carter estate, Monique lounged comfortably on one of the sofas, a cup of tea balanced in her hand, a thin smile resting on her lips.
"So," she began lazily, "it seems our dear little sister might not become Queen after all."
Across from her, Gary let out a dry chuckle. "It was only a matter of time," he said. "Did anyone truly think the packs would allow a wolfless Luna to sit beside their King?"
Mabel adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, her expression sharp with restrained satisfaction.
