Burn in the Alpha Princess's Wrath novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 The Moon Descends

Leslie’s POV – Backstage, Amala Moon Goddess Festival

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The venue for the Amala Moon Goddess Festival had been transformed into a vast sea of stars. Countless magical lights wove constellations and rivers of starlight across the darkened dome above–so breathtaking, it almost felt unreal.

Backstage, Astrid stood in her ceremonial cloak, Shadow of the Moonwolf, filled with both nerves and excitement as final adjustments were made.

The cloak shimmered with threads of silver and pale violet silk, its hem embroidered with phantom runes. When she moved, her steps left behind lingering, dreamy afterimages–wolf- shadows under moonlight.

“Leslie, I… I’m kind of nervous,” Astrid said, taking a deep breath.

“What are you scared of?” I helped straighten the cloak around her shoulders and smiled. “You’re Westview’s brightest little wildcat. Go up there and make every werewolf in this room fall for you.”

“Mm!” she nodded hard, the confidence sparking back in her eyes.

As the distant, haunting music of a wolf’s howl filled the hall, every light in the venue blinked out–save for one path, lit by stardust, leading slowly to the central altar.

Astrid, as the opening Shadow of the Moonwolf envoy, stepped onto the star–lit path.

She danced like a spirit of the moon–every graceful step she took left behind glowing silhouettes. Her presence, her rhythm, and that enchanted cloak became one, captivating the audience in an instant.

Gasps of awe and waves of admiration rolled through the hall.

I knew then–my sister had just become a star.

Slyvana’s POV – Below the Altar

“Oh my god! Liana, look at that cloak!” I grabbed her arm excitedly. “It’s stunning! I have to own it!”

“Slyvana…” Liana sounded exasperated. “Amala’s ceremonial cloaks, especially her headliners, are never for sale. They’re only gifted to those she deems worthy.”

“I don’t care!” I snapped. “I’m the eldest daughter of Crimson Moon Pack! What can’t we buy? As soon as this thing ends, I’m going straight to Amala. I don’t care what it costs–I’m buying it.”

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Liana opened her mouth like she wanted to say something–but ended up staying silent.

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I didn’t care what she thought. I was already picturing myself draped in that Shadow of the Moonwolf, stealing the spotlight at the next major gathering.

As for whoever was on stage right now? I couldn’t care less.

Some nobody trying to show off her figure–just another attention–seeking ornament.

Leslie’s POV – Amala Moon Goddess Festival Altar

As the final wolf howl echoed across the hall, darkness and silence returned.

I drew a long breath, and stepped forward–wrapped in the cloak called Soul of the Moonwolf.

The deep indigo silk clung to me like midnight velvet. Over three thousand moonlight–infused crystals shimmered across the fabric like a sky of stars. In my hand, the ceremonial staff- carved from the branches of the World Tree–glowed softly, adding a sacred aura that no earthly power could replicate.

Unlike the other envoys before me, I didn’t try to emphasize my movements or presence.

I simply walked.

Step by step.

Like a wolf queen crossing her own kingdom–composed, regal, unstoppable.

The natural dominance of my Rogue Pack blood merged seamlessly with the vast celestial power woven into this cloak.

In that moment, I was the ruler of the stars.

“Oh my god…”

“Who… who is that?!”

“Is that… is that the Moonwolf Goddess herself?!”

From the crowd came an explosion of awe–hundreds of times louder than even when Astrid had appeared. Every breath, every voice, every thought turned toward the altar in stunned

reverence.

All cameras.

All eyes.

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Were locked on me–as if possessed.

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