The dining room is filled with tension so thick it’s almost suffocating. The air is electric, a current of raw energy buzzing beneath my skin, through my veins, as if the entire room is pulsing in sync with the rising moon.
I adjust in my seat, trying to settle the anxiety churning in my gut. Across the room, Micah and Jason are quiet; the only indication of their tension is the set of their jaws
Most of the pack is already here, while some are still eating, others are sprawled across the long wooden table or leaning against the walls, waiting for Alec’s directive. It’s a pack tradition that on the night of the full moon, every wolf joins in the run, led by the Alpha.
I never joined the full moon run while here in Alec’s pack, but that was because I had not shifted by then. In the past
