Chapter 35
Viona Pov
The thudding of war drums was still echoing in my head as we rode through the silver gates of the Levites pack house. Blood clung to my armor like an unshakable second skin, dirt streaked my face, and my muscles ached from hours of combat, but I kept my back straight and chin high. We had won - barely. And now, here we were, riding into the heart of our pack as if we hadn't just clawed through hell to get here.
The final day of the Grand Union Party.
And everyone was there.
Rows upon rows of guests lined the courtyard, dressed in velvet and silk, their polished shoes untouched by mud, their faces powdered and pristine. Music played softly, elegant and calm - so infuriatingly out of sync with the storm that still raged inside her.
I swung off her horse in one smoo
