CHAPTER 15—A Mother’s Verdict
Peter
I think the ceremony was finally over because the halls finally quieted down.
As usual my mother did not knock, she never did whenever she had something she needed to get off her chest.
The door to my chambers opened with a sharp c***k against the marble wall, the sound slicing through my thoughts like a blade. I had been standing by the window, staring out at Silvermoon’s inner courtyard, watching the wolves below move in tight, anxious clusters. Even from here, I could feel the unease in the pack. I noticed the way conversations stopped when I passed, the way eyes followed me with a mixture of expectation and accusation.
When they called me “alpha”, it sounded like hypocrisy. Even to me the title still felt foreign on my tongue.
I turned slowly
