Royal grand dining hall of the Blood-Moon pack house was a display of cold, traditional power. Massive stone pillars supported a high vaulted ceiling, and a long wooden table stretched across the center of the room.
Hazel stood perfectly still against the cold stone wall, just a few feet away from where the twins sat. Her hands were folded neatly over her plain apron, her head bowed in the submissive posture of Selah. Beneath her lowered gaze, her mind remained incredibly sharp. She was recording every word, every look, and every shifting dynamic in the room.
At the far end of the long table sat Alpha Duncan. He looked colossal in his high-backed chair, dressed in a simple but fine black tunic. His sharp jawline was set, and his golden eyes looked distant, carrying the heavy weariness t
