The Grand Dome of the territories was a sprawling masterpiece carved from obsidian and granite, it had soaring arches designed to make even the most powerful Alphas feel small beneath the weight of history. Tonight, the hall was bathed in the warm, flickering light of thousands of beeswax candles.
The Interpack Gathering was here at last, and the hall was packed with elites from all over the territories.
At the center of the hall, Richard stood among the Moonfall elders, holding a glass of champagne in his hand while keeping a practiced smile on his face. He had spent the last hour subtly reassuring the surrounding dignitaries that his daughter was resting comfortably in the hospital, entirely too consumed by grief and injury to attend.
He was relieved that he'd be spared the em
