Meluna Hounding.
The Pack House is, like, full of elders. I don't think I've ever seen three hundred of them all in one place before. It's insane. And if this whole massive, public spectacle isn't proof that Roan cares about me, then I don't know what is.
I haven't really seen him since I woke up. I kinda remember him holding me and whispering something, but I was too out of it to understand. From my window upstairs, I've just seen a sea of important people—elders, the Aegis unit, officials. It's all-over social media, too. The videos of Stravus's walk of shame, going through every single territory in our pack. It went on for, like, thirteen hours before they finally threw him in a cell. Reporters are everywhere, interviewing the Deltas.
Roan thinks it would be too traumatic for me to
