Jasmine’s Pov
The tension in the hall was so thick that you could cut it with a knife.
After the scene that took place, the servants moved quickly through the room. They began serving plates of food and pouring wine, trying desperately to distract the guests from the drama that just unfolded.
The room was filled with the clinking of silverware and hushed, nervous chatter, but the heavy atmosphere never truly lifted.
I sat right beside Fred at the table reserved for the Luna and Alpha of Hemlock Pack. I kept my back straight, my posture regal, and my nerves down. But throughout the entire meal, I could feel a burning, intense gaze cutting straight through me from across the room.
I didn't need to look up to know it was Garrett.
He barely touched his food, nor did he lift his glass of
