Xia wasn’t sure what to expect as she entered the massive throne room filled with nobility from their pack as well as Alphas and high-ranking wolves from their allies and surrounding packs. All eyes turned to her as she slowly made her way to Alarick’s side. She kept her head held high, and moved with a deliberate pace that didn’t match her pounding heart.
Alarick took her hand in his as she joined him at the front of the room, bending over and brushing his lips over her knuckles with a smile that warmed her heart and put her at ease. She took her place beside him as he kept her hand trapped in his. “Begin,” he commanded, and the band started up. Dancers quickly filled the floor, twirling in a dizzying whirl of color and motion.
Xia refused the offered wine, too nervous to eat or drink
