"You are right," I say.
"It is his night, and his mother should have it the way she wants it. The hall is yours, Victoria. All of it."
I hand her the checklist I'm holding and I look around at the women.
At Cora, at the omegas standing there with their armfuls of leaves.
"Whatever the Lady Victoria decides, you have it from me to do as she says."
For a moment, no one moves.
It is not what any of them expected.
Victoria's smile flickers, just slightly, and I understand why. A victory handed to you freely is not the victory she was playing for. It has none of the sweetness of a thing taken.
"I would not dream of overstepping," she says carefully. "It is your hall, Luna."
"It is the pack's hall. And tonight it is the heir's, and you are his mother." I am already pulling my coat fro
