Elowen's POV
Kael glanced over his shoulder and the look was clear enough without words, so I tore my gaze away from the woman and fell into step behind him as we moved through the room toward the stairs.
I kept my chin level and my breathing steady. The last time I'd stood at the edge of a room like this one, I'd been twelve and my father's hand had been warm on my shoulder, and I'd watched him work a crowd of Duskbloom elders with a calm I hadn't appreciated until now.
The room upstairs was quieter, furnished with dark wood and soft lamplight, and I could feel the attention shifting toward me the moment we stepped inside. Curious glances, a few admiring ones, and more than a few trying to figure out what a girl my age was doing at Kael's side.
One of the older wolves finally couldn't
