Audrey’s POV
The meal dragged on, each conversation carefully controlled. The elders spoke of pack matters, territory disputes, border patrols, upcoming alliances. But beneath their words, I could feel the real purpose of this dinner.
They were watching me, Testing me, Waiting for me to slip.
I kept my expression neutral, my body language relaxed, but my mind stayed sharp. Every glance, every carefully chosen word, was a move in their game, and I refused to lose.
Luke played his part well. He spoke confidently, making sure the elders saw us as a unit. Once in a while, his arm would brush against mine, just enough to be noticed but not questioned. A subtle message. A warning.
By the time the meal ended, I was exhausted, not from the conversation but from the effort it took to keep up t
