The grand ballroom of the Blood-Moon Pack House was a sea of shifting silk and predatory grace. Hundreds of high-ranking wolves from the regional council filled the space, their combined auras creating a low-frequency hum that made the crystal chandeliers tremble.
Willow stood near a fluted marble pillar, her hand resting firmly on Leo’s shoulder. Her glamour was holding, but the strain was beginning to manifest as a dull throb behind her eyes. Beside her, Mia and Toby remained uncharacteristically still, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer volume of Alpha-scents in the room.
"Stay close," Willow whispered, her voice barely audible over the orchestral music. "If the perimeter guards shift, we move toward the East exit."
"Mama," Toby murmured, his small face pale. "The big wolf... he’
