By the time we reached the front steps, there were at least twenty people pressed against the gates.
Reporters, photographers, two camera crews and several people holding phones high enough to catch anything worth posting first. Greyhaven security had formed a line inside the entrance, but the questions still carried across the drive.
“Alpha Thorne, is she your future Luna?”
“Elena, is it true you’re Wolfless?”
“Were you rejected by the Council?”
“Is this relationship part of the campaign?”
Caelum’s hand settled against the small of my back as we walked.
“Keep moving,” he murmured.
“I thought we were giving them something accurate to photograph.”
“We are.”
“So far they have my forehead.”
“That may be safer.”
I looked up at him, but his expression barely moved.
Ethan appeared b
