**~Hazel's POV~**
I immediately rushed back downstairs, not wanting to miss my coronation. My gown brushed against my legs as I nearly stumbled down the stairs. On the second floor, Lilith let out a loud sigh of relief before snatching Heather out of my arms.
"You silly girl, where did you go?" she scolded, clutching Heather tightly to her chest before pushing me lightly toward the staircase. "Go! They're waiting for you!"
I didn't waste another second. My heart was pounding as I dashed down the remaining steps. The grand hall was filled—wolves, Crescents, elders, everyone in attendance. Caspian was already standing at the center, his posture regal, his expression tense. Klaus and the others were trying to distract the elders, but the frustration on their faces was clear.
