SILVER HOLLOW
Sage moved through the room with a poise that came naturally to her, her smile warm and practiced as she greeted each arriving guest. Tonight was important. Tonight marked the gathering of packs who had not stood under one roof together in years.
Jason stood at her side, tall and commanding in his formal attire, his hand occasionally brushing hers as though to remind her that they faced this crowd together.
His voice carried easily as he exchanged words with visiting Alphas and their mates, but Sage noticed that his attention was never fully on the person he spoke to. His eyes flickered again and again toward the tall doors of the hall.
Sage tried not to sigh too loudly. She knew exactly what was on his mind.
Still, she waited until there was a lull between greetings bef
