Chapter 80: Pack Claims
(Charlotte's POV)
The charged atmosphere within the Silver Moon Tavern shifted so quickly, it was dizzying. Alexander's arm had barely released me, his overwhelming dominance a calming force in the chaos. I thought, foolishly, that tension might settle for a moment.
But the calm didn’t last.
Gabriel approached with purpose. His hair was perfectly styled, his honey-blond strands catching the light just enough to highlight his aristocratic features—features I wasn’t blind to, even now. Yet, the sharp curl of his lips told a different story. He wasn’t here to play nice.
In his hand, he carried a bottle of rare wolfsbane whiskey.
The glass reflected the warm light of the tavern, a cruel sparkle that seemed to mirror Gabriel's unspoken challenge. I stiffened,
