The Third Person’s POV
"Well, now that everyone is gathered, I have an announcent to make. The council is hereby disbanded." Abby states, and the room explodes in cheers and yells of disapproval.
"You, you. You cannot do that to us?! We have been here long before you were born."
"How dare you? A witch who can turn into a puppy will not command us."
"We will not accept this. You are no Queen, only a half-breed bitch."
Abby stood there and listened to all their gall before raising her hand. Almost imdiately, the room went quiet except for the offended old n. They were still shouting profanities at Abby on top of each other.
When she had enough, she released her aura on full power. Galaxy pushed forward, so they were sharing the wheels, and her eyes shined with her magic. She turned to the n, who had paled considerably by this simple act of power.
"I will not hear another word out of your mouth. Yes, you have all been here in this position of power before I was born, and there, gentlen, lies the problem. Your own narrowed visions of how n and won should and should not act control you. Especially won have no place within your system of judgent." She gestures to the room.
"You have allowed Alphas to take a "pure" Luna and have their true mates as mistresses, knowing the pain their mates would endure when they marked another woman without rejecting their mate first. The pain whenever they have sex with their taken Luna, and then pain of seeing another woman in the position of power, love and belonging they are robbed of. You, gentlen, have allowed for won to be abused, neglected and used as a power tool. I even heard of a few elder Alphas who encourage breeding of "pure" Alpha pups. What the actual fuck."
Her stance tightens when she thinks of her own children. Never in their lives would they find themselves in a position of being used. She would make sure of it. Especially Amber! Her children will always be protected by her, Matt, their pack, and family.
"Listen, Abigail, we don’t expect you to understand the complexity of the laws in the realm and in our fraction. You have only just ascended the throne, and you are still young. But I assure you, we are looking out for what is best for the werewolf community." Abby rolls her eyes.
"You are hardly looking out for the best of the community of werewolf, but looking for the highest to pay your expensive living." She waves at Brandon, who steps forward with papers in his hand.
"I had our accountants go over your salary paynts and hold it up with the legal papers you are required to hand in every year, and sothing is not adding up. Then I wondered why it wouldn’t, but when I heard the rumors that your decisions are for sale to the highest paynt, then I put two and two together." She put the papers down and stared at the n in disgust.
" and Matthew then searched through countless of books, with the help of our extended family, and found the old law books. Did you know there used to be royalty among the werewolves? No? Hm that is odd, because according to the old books my family used to be the royals around here, and one of your predecessors payed an enormous sum to get my forefather to renounce the crown, and give the power to your council instead. He had a secret to uphold. His mate was not a wolf." She shakes her head at the n who are standing as statues, eyes wide and mouth agape.
"You really didn’t think this young half-breed bitch would do her howork? I knew you would have a snitch or two among the Alphas, betas, and gammas here. So I did everything in my power to be prepared. The agreent from that ti states that if one of his blood cos forward to claim the throne once again, the council will be disbanded, until a ti where they will be necessary again - which is never by the way." Abby’s voice is intermingled with Galaxy and the power behind every word shakes the room and enters the hearts of everyone gathered there. Her speech convinces even the last two doubters among the Alphas. They know it’s going to be hard work with the elder generations of their respective packs, but all of them will put in the work, if Abby is their Queen. No one else could ignite such loyalty.
"I was crowned, alongside my mate, by the moon goddess herself." As the words leaves her mouth, her head is weighted down. The room gasp, and she looks to Matt. On his head is his crown, and when she feels her own head, hers is perked there as well.
Everyone in there spring to their feet, only to kneel down before their rulers. Abby, who hates the formalities, blush. This has to be Selen’s work. At that thought, a female laughter sounds in her mind.
’Have to keep them on their toes,’ Selene’s voice whispers in her ear, and then she is gone. The six forr council n look livid, but they can do nothing to prevent this.
They thought they could frighten or threaten this re child into doing their bidding, but no. She had to be as dead ass stubborn as her forefather. It had taken them generations upon generations to find a weak link, and now a filthy being as this girl ca and took away their power.
Luckily for them, they had a plan moving in case this ca to be the result.
They turned around, the sight of the kneeling people making them all sick to their stomach and stord out.
Outside, they look at each other.
"The plan is moving. We need to get into position." Alfred, the oldest councilman, says.
"And the girl?" His comrade asks. Just as an explosion rings through the grounds.
"She is free with the other prisoners." Alfred answer, a cocky smirk on his face. He looks in the explosion’s direction. Five people are moving in their direction, as guards, pack mbers and witches run towards the fire. So try to stop the escapees, but the girl kills them on the spot with her magic.
"What the fuck took you so long?" She spits at the n, and Alfred crosses his arms.
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