I glanced across the crowd of Wolves who gathered in the largest lounge of the Packhouse, nervously twisting the hem of my dress sleeve as I finished recounting my memory of the attack - of bringing King back to life.
Jace and Jax flanked me, their arms crossed over their chests, quiet sentinels of support and strength for me.
I spotted Callum hiding in the back corner, fear still darkening his eyes, but I was glad he showed - meaning he wasn't completely terrified of me for the destruction I'd caused.
The Pack didn't need to know everything about what happened with the Moon Goddess, just that my powers were bound and that other than teleporting, which had a cost, I was just a normal Wolf.
But, Jace, Jax and I had discussed - or argued rather - telling them everything else - about
