Hushed whispers followed my quiet walk to the pack house as the people stared at me with wide-eyed looks.
As much as I tried, I couldn't ignore their expressions, and there was a prickly feeling on the back of my neck as I weaved through them.
I heard my mother before I saw her, her calm voice seeping through the open part of the door.
"Have you prepared the table, Meredith?"
"Yes, Luna," one of the maids' voice replied. "Alpha Ethan's plate is set too...but are you sure this is necessary, Luna? He...he is still absent."
There was a sharp intake of breath, then a sigh. "I know, Meredith. But...I know he will come home soon. In fact, I'm very sure-"
I paused in my motion, wanting to know why she stopped talking. Seconds turned to minutes, then...
"You're back," I heard her whisper
