Chapter Nine - The Feast
The great hall of Celestia Pack glowed with torchlight and laughter, though for Evandra, every sound seemed distant under the pounding of her heart. The long tables brimmed with roasted meats, honey-drizzled breads, and fruits jeweled in crystal bowls. The air was thick with the scents of spice and smoke, of wolf and wine.
She sat at the head table beside Lefu, her place marked not just by silk and ceremony, but by the weight of every gaze in the room.
One by one, the Alphas had arrived.
Tristan, steady and grave, carrying the quiet weight of his duty in every line of his broad shoulders. His green eyes softened only when they touched hers, a fleeting warmth that made her chest ache.
Osiris, sharp as ever, his energy thrumming just beneath the surface, like li
