The air in the pack house crackled with a nervous energy. It was as if a lightning storm was brewing, unseen but undeniably present. Kaelen’s revisit had achieved the impossible: it had united Damon’s pack in a bizarre charade of civility towards Elara. The very wolves who had previously sneered at her, whispering insults behind their cupped hands, now showered her with saccharine compliments.
"Elara, that color truly suits you," a female omega cooed, eyes darting towards Kaelen as she spoke. It was Maya, the one who had once tripped Elara in the hallway, causing her to spill a tray of food.
"Your hair looks particularly lovely today, Elara," another chimed in, this time it was Beta Ray, the pack’s second in command. Each compliment felt like a poisoned dart, dripping with ulterior motiv
