It's an hour before the treaty ceremony and the pack house is insanity. Serves us right for planning until the last moment. The hallways are like freeways, girls running to put flower arrangements in water, council members rushing around with unfinished paperwork, people yelling angrily at each other. One angry voice however towers above all, Christina.
"What in hell's name do you think you're doing!? Don't eve- Wait, where are you going with that!" her voice echoes down the fast moving halls.
I'm momentarily taken back to the day we first came to Blackwood, well snuck in, not invited. She was intense while following our fathers in the car. But this time she's blood thirsty, and I'm surprised she hasn't killed anyone in the pack yet.
I attempt to take a step into the hallway but am near
