Chapter 7: Power Games
(Elina's POV)
"I hate these mandatory pack gatherings," Willow muttered as we stepped into the Silver Moon Club. Her words mirrored my own feelings.
The familiar hum of chatter under the delicate tinkling of glasses filled the air, but the tension never fully settled in these places. Harmony here was always superficial, just a fragile veil for simmering pack politics.
Willow let out an exaggerated sigh. "Why do they keep inviting us low-ranking wolves if all they want is someone to look down on?"
"We're here to show the strength of the pack," I said, my tone dry. "Or at least to make the numbers look good."
Willow snorted, her honey-blonde hair catching the crystal lights above us. "And to fund overpriced wolfsbane wine. One bottle costs more than my rent
