Chapter 141: "Sacred Claims and Bitter Truth"
(Grace's POV)
The laughter and lively celebration in the lodge blurred into the background as I wandered through the crowd. The weight of the night pressed heavily on my shoulders. My senses, already heightened by pregnancy, made everything overwhelming—the noise, the smells, the endless energy.
I felt like an outsider, an intruder in my own pack’s celebration.
The ache of isolation gnawed at me, manifesting as a lump in my throat. I inhaled deeply, trying to steady myself, and decided to escape. A retreat to my private chamber seemed like the best way to salvage the evening.
As I ascended the stairs to the second floor, the corridors blessedly quieter, familiar voices reached my ears. They weren’t hushed either; a heated argument was
