Gloria POV
The betrothal was announced formally two days later in the grand hall, Evelyn draped in Sorensen-red silk as if she were mocking my family's fallen colors on purpose.
High stone pillars lined the perimeter of the room, draped in heavy golden banners that caught the light of hundreds of chandelier candles hanging overhead. Lords and ladies from every major pack territory filled the floor, their laughter and low murmurs creating a steady hum that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. I stood near the edge of the dais beside William, keeping my posture rigid while the crowd pushed forward to get a better view of the high couple.
Evelyn walked down the central marble aisle on Julian's arm, her sharp chin raised, sweeping her long red dress across the polished floorboards. The shade was
