By the time the celebration reached its peak, the great hall was loud enough that individual conversations blurred into a steady roar.
Music pulsed from the corner stage where the band had settled into a faster rhythm. Wolves crowded the dance floor while others gathered around long wooden tables stacked with food and drinks.
I stayed near the edge of the room.
It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the celebration. I did. Nights like this were rare in a pack as disciplined as Silver Ridge.
But every time I tried to relax, my attention drifted back to the same person.
Zayne.
He moved through the hall like he belonged at the center of it. Wolves greeted him everywhere he went, clapping him on the shoulder, shaking his hand, welcoming him home.
The academy had clearly done its job.
He carried
