With the royals gone, the wolves were left to celebrate, but what were they really supposed to be celebrating?
What were they supposed t be happy about when the whole night had ended disappointingly?
Maybe they were drinking away the sorrows.
Maybe they were trying to find ways to cope, and maybe they were just trying to relax their minds from the horrors of being led by a broken king and a Luna that didn't want the position anymore.
A lot had happened since Alexei had been fixed, and the memorable ones were countable. It was almost a question of when tragedy would strike next and not when they were happy. Everyone was drowning their sorrow away, but Hera refused to subscribe to the sorrow.
If anything, she was going to be happy even if she was technically an omega now. Her wolf understood her; well, at least someone thought her decision was for the best. She knew the people would judge her all the time.
