Chapter 41: Her Wish
(Grace's POV)
The air of the Silver Moon Hotel’s grand hall clung to me, heavy with tension and laced with layered scents. Wolves from far and wide mingled under the polished chandeliers, the murmur of conversation masking the undercurrent of watchfulness that threaded through the room.
Victoria’s laughter rang across the grand hall like glass breaking. Its sharpness made my skin prickle. She was in her element, commanding attention in her flowing white robes, her emerald gaze flickering between me and Alexander as if we were pawns on her personal chessboard.
"You’re staying for the feast, aren’t you, Grace?" Her voice carried, cutting above the nearby chatter. She moved with careful grace, her silken robes brushing against the floor as she approached me.
I s
