Lenora was appointed leader in the ongoing war. The drastic change shocked and confused the soldiers at the camp. Most women rejoiced at the shift in power, while most men were discontented. They kept tight lips since it had been announced by the top generals. Their words were that it was a temporary adjustment. Still, icy gazes followed her every move, piercing even the most subtle of attempts.
The mere thought of being led by a woman.
Lenora was moved from her tent to Lucien's quarters. The moment she stepped into his place, the difference was uncanny. It was enveloped in an aura of sophistication and refinement to the last detail. Every room was spacious and grand, befitting an alpha.
This was her place now; slowly but surely, she vowed to climb the ladder until she had gotten to its peak. Anyone in her way would be swiftly eliminated. No doubt.
