FAYE
It was a busy night at the pack house, but all I could hear were my own thoughts. I stood in front of the mirror in our room, already wrapped in the soft robe the elders had brought earlier.
My hair was loose, falling over my shoulders, and my palms refused to stay still no matter how many times I wiped them down the fabric.
I had been waiting for Alexander to return, telling myself I wasn’t nervous, that this was simply another tradition, another moment to go through and be done with. But my stomach twisted anyway, and every sound outside the room made my heart jump just a little.
When the door finally opened and Alexander stepped in, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He glanced at me, his expression softening immediately.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“I think s
