Chapter 26: Family Bonds and Pack Pride
(Scarlett’s POV)
The sacred feast at Elder Margaret's den was wrapping up when Steven excused himself. Without a word, he walked out to the training grounds, crystal device already pressed to his ear. His gait was sharp, deliberate, and radiated a certain tension I’d learned to recognize as trouble.
I stayed behind in the common area. Willow and I sat on the worn cushions, watching pack news projected through a crystal on a small stand. The floating images flickered faintly, displaying two wolves in a heated argument.
“Isn’t that the Crescent Moon pack?” I asked, leaning forward.
“Yes." Willow nodded, speaking softly as though she were unsure if it was appropriate to join the conversation. “That’s Alpha Bernard’s son… and his rejected mate.
