Chapter 133: "Pack Claims and Sacred Feasts"
(Grace's POV)
The sunlight filtering into the healing wing seemed harsher today. Or maybe it was the weight of the attention from my colleagues that made everything feel so uneasy.
“Luna, could you assist with the crystal preparation for tonight's ceremony?” one of the younger healers asked, her voice hesitant yet curious.
“Call me by my name,” I corrected firmly, though my tone remained calm. I saw the startled expression cross her face, but I continued resolutely. “Pack protocol emphasizes direct address in professional settings. If Alexander hears this,” I added with a faint arch of my brow, “you’ll face disciplinary action.”
The weight of my words hung in the air for a moment, and the healer quickly nodded. “I’m sorry, Grace,” she
