Thessalia took a deep breath as she continued to make her way through the crowd. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that crept up her spine. It was as if something was brewing, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it a warning from Beta Dylan? Or was it something else entirely?
She glanced around at the pack members, trying to gauge their reactions, but it was hard to tell. Some looked away, pretending not to have noticed her, while others glared at her with obvious disapproval or irritation.
Despite their different reactions, she guessed she gave them a good show. Her inner wolf felt noble, satisfied, and powerful, but she also felt something else—nervous.
Her heart began to race as she realized that she might have just caused a rift within the pack. She had
