Brielle's POV
Dinner with the Silvermoon Pack was supposed to be a casual affair, or so Jade had claimed when she dragged me out of my room.
“It’s not fancy,” she’d said, waving off my protests about not wanting to socialize. “Just dinner, some small talk, and maybe a few laughs.”
I should’ve known better.
The long dining hall was buzzing with energy, wolves seated at the sprawling table that stretched nearly the length of the room. The air was filled with the rich aroma of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spices, mingling with the hum of conversation and laughter.
It was lively, inviting, and exactly the kind of thing I hated.
But none of that mattered.
Because Jake was at the head of the table, leaning casually in his chair, his deep laugh cutting through the noise like a blade. A
