Chapter 23: Tensions
(Elara’s POV)
Eleanor’s sharp gaze flicked over my ceremonial robe the second I stepped out of the restroom. Her lips tightened, and I swore I felt her disapproval wrap around me like a heavy cloak.
Through our family bond, her thoughts brushed against mine, calm but edged with concern. ”That robe… It’s identical to Willow’s. It might send the wrong message. You need to change, Elara. Please.”
I swallowed hard, fingering the soft fabric of the moon-blessed garment. I hadn’t even noticed it was the same, too caught up in trying not to embarrass my pack during the formal dinner.
My wolf, Lumi, let out a soft whine, sensing my unease. The tightening bond between Elian and Eleanor felt suffocating, pressing down on every fragile layer of my emotions.
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