Chapter 29
Nicolas POV
The Great Hollow roared with tension.
Flickering torchlight danced across the obsidian walls as the Alphas and Elders of the Two Great Packs filled the ancient chamber. Each clan bore its symbol, each Alpha their pride, but none louder than the hush that followed any whisper of the massacres. The air was thick with the scent of distrust, of wolves too long restrained, of fear buried beneath tradition.
I stood among them-cloaked in the colors of the Royals Pack, black and gold-and yet, I felt wholly out of place.
I didn't belong in the center of this storm, not when my chest was already a battlefield of its own.
I hadn't looked at her. Not once.
Viona.
She sat just across me, her hair was braided in the warrior style of her people, her eyes fixed on the speake
