Chapter 51: Winter Gathering (Elara's POV)
The Great Hall of the Redwood Pack was breathtaking. Ancient timbers arched high overhead, adorned with carvings of legendary wolves. For the winter solstice gathering, hundreds of ceremonial candles illuminated the space, casting a warm glow across the assembled wolves.
I stood beside Rhys, my fingers fidgeting with the silver embroidery on my ceremonial dress. The weight of tradition pressed down on me as heavily as the eyes of every pack member in attendance.
Traditional drums began to beat, their rhythm steady and primal. Ceremonial howls rose in response, the voices blending in perfect harmony. Each note resonated through the hall with solemn reverence, making Emma stir within me.
At the center of the hall, Caspian sat upon the Alpha
