Chapter 18: The Claiming Circle
(Grace's POV)
The ancient claiming hall was breathtaking. Everywhere I looked, moonstone crystals glittered in the vaulted ceiling, refracting soft silver light across the massive chamber. Wolves filled the space, their murmurs and low growls adding to the charged atmosphere that seemed to thrum with energy.
Cora, my wolf, stirred uneasily beneath my skin. The strength of this place, the history embedded in its walls, called to something deep within me. But there was also tension here—a heaviness I couldn’t ignore.
As I wheeled Lucian through the towering oak doors, silence followed. All eyes locked on us. Wolves whispered behind their hands, their voices low but sharp enough to cut.
“That’s him,” someone hissed. “The Storm Pack heir who can’t even
