Chapter 50: Tired
(Aria's POV)
The air was heavy with whispers.
The sacred ceremony ground was alive with soft murmurs, old wolves exchanging knowing looks as they leaned in, their pack bonds buzzing with activity.
I stood at the fringes of the gathering, my amethyst eyes scanning the elegantly draped hall.
Every corner glittered with opulence—golden chandeliers illuminating the tables adorned with silk and silver. Yet, beneath the surface, the atmosphere was suffused with tension.
It was impossible to miss the gossip flowing through the pack bonds, quiet enough to avoid scandal but loud enough to scrape at the edges of everyone's awareness.
“Beta healer’s…play for power…” one thought lingered, mingling with the scent of curiosity and disapproval.
“I heard Luna Catherine…”
