Gently, I let go of one of Demetrius’s large hands while keeping my other hand firmly locked in his, drawing strength from his steady warmth. I turned away from the altar and looked out into the crowd of our guests, staring down at the thousands of lycans filling the valley.
"I know this isn't normal," I said, my voice ringing out clear and resonant across the silent pavilion. "But as some of you—if not all of you—know, I am not normal."
A ripple of quiet, intense focus washed over the crowd. Nobody moved.
"The other day during the attack, some of you saw something, and whispers have started," I continued, keeping my chin high as I met the gazes of the warriors and pack families in the front rows. "I know some of you are scared, so I wanted to address a few things."
I took a deep, stab
