Zephyrine POV
The eastern territory was far larger than the western, though only a small stream separated them.
Above, thick clouds gathered, casting a somber gloom over the land. The air smelled of rain, and as thunder rumbled in the distance, a sharp streak of lightning slashed through the sky.
The carriage came to a halt before the vast expanse of Silver Crest's pack grounds. The moment I stepped out, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes pressing down on me.
My sleek black gown, paired with fitted leggings and boots, stood in stark contrast to the soft, flowing dresses the women of this pack adorned. Dark lipstick sharpened my already defined features, while the golden flower tucked behind my ear, courtesy of Caden's insufferable persistence stood out like an unwanted beacon against my midnight-black hair.
I heard whispers as I strode past servants, maids, and guards.
"Is that really her?"
"The Rogue Queen? I thought she'd look… wilder."
"She looks dangerous."