Chloe's Point of View
The pack house is unusually quiet for mid-morning, but the tension inside of me grows with every step we take down the stairs.
Zayde squeezes my hand gently.
“They are not going to be angry, Chloe. Shocked? Probably. Protective? Definitely. But not angry.”
I nod, and give him a small smile even though my stomach is in knots.
When we step into the large sitting room where the inner circle has gathered, it is clear the air is already thick with anticipation.
Everyone is already here waiting for us, talking among themselves.
Everyone quiets down, and looks at us. All of them wearing different expressions.
Maya and Sky both smile at me, but then I see both of their eyes widen the second they see us holding hands.
Their gaze flickers from our joined hands to m
