Aria
The hall was glowing.
Golden chandeliers hung like constellations above our heads, glittering across the high arched ceiling. The scent of polished wood and something floral and expensive perfume hung in the air. The walls were dressed in deep velvet drapes, and the room itself buzzed with quiet murmurs and clinking glasses. Every inch of the Ravencrest Pack Hall looked like it belonged in a fairytale.
I walked hand in hand with Lila, with Maya just a step ahead, explaining everything in the room. My fingers felt cold even though the room was warm. All silverwoods wolves were in our school uniforms. The plain navy sweaters and button-ups we’d been told to wear for the ceremony, with our badge in full display. It marked us clearly, outsiders, refugees. Everyone in the room saw us
