#Chapter 213

Violet’s POV I stared down at Theo from my seat in the audience. He looked so handsome in one of Master Remy’s suits, the still-shattered band glowing slightly along his forehead. Even though I was his wife, I was attending the vote for our country’s next successor as the Alpha of Darkmoon – at least to start. So I was in a row in the middle, a little to Theo’s right, in the seat reserved for my territory. The last time a vote of this magnitude had taken place in this room, it was my father who was Alpha. He sat in this very seat when he voted against the Unlawful Magic Charter that would one day separate him from his wife forever. I settled into the seat my father had once sat in, grounding me in my past. I reveled in the weight of Theo’s token sitting against my collarbone, ready for my future. My mate’s voice rang out through the hall. “According to the current succession law, the following werewolves are candidates as the next successor to the crown: Marissa Nightshade