Long tables groaned under the weight of food—roasted meats, fresh bread, honey cakes, and fruits. Laura sat at Dante's right hand, a position that didn't go unnoticed by anyone.
"You impressed them again today," Dante said quietly, filling her cup with sweet mead.
Laura took a sip, the warm liquid spreading through her chest. "I didn't come here to impress anyone."
"I know," he said, his eyes dancing with firelight. "That's precisely why you did."
Their conversation was interrupted as Elder Mira approached, settling on the bench across from them.
"Your aim is exceptional," she said to Laura. "Were you a warrior in your former pack?"
Laura hesitated. "I was, before becoming Luna."
Mira's eyebrow raised. "And your Alpha allowed this?"
"No," Laura admitted. "He wanted me to set aside
