Chapter 58. An Ember in the Ashes

Wild and untamed, full of rage and fury, the air smelled of fire and burning.

It was no ordinary burning. It’s like burning through her very existence and shaping her very essence into something new. Something more fearsome and lethal.

Something more fitting to be the Alpha—

Sasha blinked. She’s in the dining hall, yes. But she felt as if she wasn’t. Everything felt strange and foreign and hollow.

Or perhaps it was her own body that she felt somehow renewed as if the fire burn away every imperfection of her and shaped her into a blazing Queen.

But Sasha’s throat tightened, bile rising up her throat as everyone and everything was thrown five feet away from her, like some forgotten god flicked his mighty hand away from where she’s now standing.

Sasha was burning bright, tendrils of reddish fire and orange flames swirl around her in a joyous motion like it was celebrating. As if stretching out from its slumber form now that it has been awakened.