CELESTE
By the time we arrived at Grey Storm Pack, my pulse was thrumming with excitement.
A small voice inside me whispered that I was being stupidly giddy again, too ready to trust Knox when I had no business trusting anyone. That voice sounded a lot like the one that whispered ‘don’t go upstairs’ on the night of my birthday at Blood Moon, before everything fell apart. I should have listened then. So maybe I should listen now.
Still, the anticipation coiled in me. This was different. It felt different. Or maybe I wanted it to feel that way.
When we arrived, Knox guided me through wide corridors and stopped before a pair of heavy wooden doors.
“This is The Den,” he said. “It is where my Council and I convene.”
He pushed open the doors, and the room beyond took my breath.
It wasn’t
