Olive's POV
The days afterwards were dull and bleak, almost like our world was warning of an incoming danger. No matter what we did to distract ourselves from the dreadful day, the thought always seemed to linger, clinging onto us like a sick stench.
The pack members grew more scared with each passing day, Bluemoon was growing more unsafe from the raid of our minds.
Werewolves lined up at the gate of the palace, some seeking an audience with the Alpha while others, mostly the minority, requested an audience with me.
"They are at the gates, should we let them in?", Dalton looked worse for wear.
Ron turned to me, as though asking the silent question. I nodded, knowing that our pack needed to see their leaders strong to make their faith in us unwavering.
"Yes. We'll be in the hall, so
