(Siena’s POV)
The celebration hums around me, the energy electric, the room alive with laughter and congratulations.
For the first time in years, I feel a fragile sense of happiness, a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night marks the turning point I’ve longed for.
Windhowl has proven itself, and so have I. I can see it in the way people look at me now—not as Raiden’s rejected Luna, but as a leader in my own right.
Butthen, as if by clock-work, tehre she stands.
Lila.
Tear stained face.
Like a blade slicing through the moment, her voice cuts across the room.
“It’s time the truth came out,” she announces, her tone trembling just enough to sound like pain.
The room falls silent, all eyes turning to her. She stands near the center of the hall, her crimson dress pooling like blood around her feet, her face a mask of practiced anguish. I feel the first prickle of unease, Horace stirring uneasily in the back of my mind.
Lila holds up a stack ofphotos, her voice trembling with just the right balance of hurt and righteousness. “For too long, I’ve been silent, but I can’t keep this secret anymore. The pack deserves to know.”
My stomach twists as the words settle over the room. Something inside me knows—whatever she’s about to say, it’s aimed at me.
“Raiden,” she says, turning toward him, her voice softening. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”
Raiden stiffens beside me, his midnight eyes narrowing as he studies her. “What are you talking about, Lila?”
She steps forward, holding up the papers like a weapon. “I’m talking about this. About us. About the child we’re expecting.”
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