The hall smelled like cedar and candle wax and underneath both of those things — fear.
Not mine.
I walked through the doorway into the light and felt the room adjust around me the way a room adjusts when something has entered it that changes the air pressure. The inner circle wolves nearest the walls went very still. The elders, who had been positioning themselves, stopped positioning. Even Kaden — who was retreating toward the far end of the hall with the measured pace of someone pretending to retreat strategically rather than actually retreat — slowed.
My wolf was enormous inside me.
Calm and enormous and looking at all of them with the patient recognition of something that had always been larger than this room and was only now taking up the appropriate amount of space.
I stopped in
