Dinner in Stormveil’s Great Hall was an experience I wasn’t entirely prepared for.
The long wooden tables stretched down the length of the room, set with hearty dishes that smelled rich and spiced, like roasted meats and warm bread. The scent of herbs hung in the air, mingling with the low murmur of voices. Warriors sat in clusters, stealing glances our way. Some curious. Some wary.
I wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming—the sheer amount of food or the heavy weight of expectation pressing down on me from all sides.
Myla sat beside me, her shoulders tight, watching her father. Jasper, Star, Harvey, and Dian were close, their presence a quiet anchor.
Across from me, Alpha Rowen sat at the head of the table, his sharp gaze unreadable as he reached for his drink. His warriors flanked him
