Chapter 60. The World Peace

Savannah’s POV

One Week Later

As the sun sets over the vibrant skyline of Central Park in New York City, I approach the grand gates of Belvedere Castle with a racing heart. Juju and Lexy are standing behind me and they look kind of nervous too.

New York City. Finally, we are here.

Tonight is the Annual Peace Summit for all werewolf leaders from around the world, an event shrouded in mystery and significance. A mix of excitement and trepidation surges through me as I step into the opulent foyer, the carvings of wolves on the gate guiding my way.

The castle greets me with an awe-inspiring display of ancient werewolf folklore, depicted in intricate tapestries adorning the walls. Candlelight dances, casting flickering shadows that whisper tales of the supernatural. I take a deep breath, my eyes wide with wonder, as I immerse myself in this enchanting atmosphere.

“Good evening, Miss Wilcox. Welcome to your first Peace Summit.”

Suddenly, I