Chapter 88
Seren stood at the tall window of the royal chamber overlooking the inner courtyard, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the cool glass. The dark fur along her shoulders and forearms caught the golden light. She could still feel the echo of the old healer’s words in her mind; the ancient texts, the warnings, the burden of knowledge that now rested partly on her shoulders.
Kael was somewhere in the training grounds, Aeron was focused on the reform matters in the council chambers, and Theron was moving through the palace corridors. The bond hummed gently in Seren with their presence.
She was struggling with who she had become.
A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts. Lysa entered, carrying a small stack of parchment. Her friend’s face was laced with concern.
“Seren… more petitions arrived today. Twenty-three humans this time. Some from the servant quarters, others from the city. They’re asking for the transformation ritual. They say if you could become a wolf and rise to become a queen, then they should have the same chance. They see you as proof that it’s possible p>
Seren turned, her golden-flecked eyes heavy. “Twenty-three. That’s more than yesterday. Word is spreading faster than I expected p>
Lysa set the parchments on the table and crossed her arms. “They’re not just asking. Some are demanding. Greta from the kitchens told me yesterday that if the crown can help one human become wolf, it should help all who want it. She called it ’true equality.’ But others… they’re scared. They say it’s forced assimilation, that becoming wolf means losing what makes us human p>
Seren sank into a chair, rubbing her temples. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. When I transformed, it saved my life. The bond guided it. It felt… right. But forcing it, or even offering it widely, changes everything. Is it true equality if humans have to become wolves to be treated as equals? Or is it just another way of saying our original form isn’t good enough p>
Lysa sat beside her, voice gentle. “You’re carrying a lot. The servants see you as their champion one day and a traitor the next. The nobles see you as either a miracle or an abomination. And now this… people wanting to follow your path. It’s a lot for one person p>
Seren stared at the petitions. “I keep asking myself the same question. Am I helping them find freedom, or am I erasing what they are? The healer’s texts warn that not everyone survives the change. Some lose themselves completely. What if I open this door and it leads to more pain than peace p>
The bond stirred as her mates felt her turmoil. Kael’s protective concern washed over her first. *Little wolf, you’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together p>
Aeron’s voice followed, calm and logical. *Your doubts are valid. The transformation research is dangerous territory. We need to study it carefully before offering it to others p>
Theron’s voice was smooth. *You’re the bridge, Seren. That means you feel the pull from both sides. But you don’t have to carry the weight alone p>
A soft knock announced the arrival of the triplets. They entered together, their presence filling the room with warmth and strength. Kael crossed to her immediately, cupping her face in his hands. “We felt your doubt through the bond. Talk to us p>
Seren leaned into his chest, breathing in his familiar cedar-and-smoke scent. “I’m struggling with who I am now. I was human. Invisible. Powerless. Now I’m a wolf, a queen, and the symbol of something bigger than myself. People want to follow my path… to transform, to rise. But what if I’m leading them into something they’re not ready for? Is helping them become wolf true equality, or is it saying their human form isn’t enough p>
Aeron sat beside her, taking her hand. “It’s a profound question. The old system treated humans as lesser by design. Offering transformation could be liberation… or it could be another form of assimilation. We must decide whether the change is a gift or a requirement p>
Theron knelt in front of her, his cool fingers brushing her knee. “You’re not forcing anyone. The petitions are voluntary. But your visibility makes it feel like an expectation. That’s the weight of being the first. The bridge. You see both sides more clearly than anyone p>
Kael’s arms tightened around her. “I hate seeing you doubt yourself. You are enough exactly as you are, human heart and wolf strength. But I also know you want to help others who feel trapped like you once did. We’ll find the balance. Together p>
Seren closed her eyes, letting their love and support wash over her through the bond. “I keep thinking about the healer’s story. He tried to force the change on someone he loved and lost her. I don’t want to repeat that mistake on a kingdom-wide scale. But I also don’t want to hide the knowledge and deny people a choice that could free them p>
Lysa, who had remained quietly in the corner, spoke up. “Maybe start small. Offer the knowledge only to those who are dying or facing impossible situations, like you were. Let it be a last resort, not a solution for every inequality. That way, you honour the choice without turning it into a requirement p>
Seren looked at her friend with gratitude. “That’s wise. Controlled. Careful. We could create guidelines: consent, preparation, support from the bond or a pack. But even then… what if it changes the balance between species forever p>
Aeron nodded. “It will. But the balance was already shifting. Your existence proved the divide is not absolute. We can guide the change instead of letting it happen in secret and dangerous ways p>
Kael pressed a kiss to her temple. “You don’t have to decide everything today. We’ll study the texts together. We’ll talk to the healer again. And we’ll listen to the people; both humans and wolves, who are affected. You are not alone in this burden p>
Theron’s smile was soft. “And remember, little wolf, your doubts make you a better queen. A ruler without questions becomes a tyrant. You question because you care. That’s your strength p>
As the evening deepened, the five of them; Seren, her mates, and Lysa, sat together, sharing wine and quiet conversation. The bond wrapped around Seren like a warm embrace, easing some of the weight on her heart.
But as night fell and the palace grew quiet, a new report arrived through one of Theron’s shadows.
More humans had begun gathering in secret meetings, not just asking for transformation, but demanding it as a right. Some were already attempting crude, dangerous rituals based on leaked rumours.
Seren’s doubts, though shared with her mates, began to grow heavier with every new petition and whispered rumour.
Can she and the triumvirate guide the change without breaking under its weight?