Zarek.
I guided Danika toward the great function hall with a steady hand resting at the small of her back, my touch gentle despite the thunder of bodies and voices swelling around us.
The hall was already brimming with pack members dressed in their finest, their perfumes mingling with the sharp bite of wine and too-loud laughter that bounced off the stone walls.
Everywhere I looked, alphas from allied territories stood proud as peacocks, raising their goblets high and speaking with booming voices as though the gods themselves had granted them an audience.
Danika lowered herself carefully into her seat, every movement delicate, as though she were afraid the slightest misstep might disturb the life growing inside her.
I took my place beside her immediately, my hand drifting instincti
