The grand hall of the lodge thrummed with anticipation, with the scents of moonflowers and polished oak, mingled with the underlying musk of alpha dominance and omega submission.
Garlands of silver vines draped the walls, crescent moon banners fluttering from the rafters under the soft glow of lantern light.
Guests from allied packs mingled in clusters, their elegant gowns and tailored suits a sea of deep blues and silvers symbolizing unity. The ceremonial altar at the front bore a crystal bowl of blessed water from the sacred spring, flanked by elder wolves in traditional robes.
I hovered at the edges, my maid's apron a stark contrast to the finery, heart pounding like a trapped bird. The distraction I'd caused in the kitchens had bought Lucy time—stew splattered across the flo
