Calla's Perspective
The Moonveil dining hall had been transformed for the occasion, with long tables arranged in a formal configuration that could accommodate the largest gathering of Alphas the pack had ever hosted. Crystal glasses caught the light from overhead chandeliers, and the scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air with warmth and hospitality.
I took my place at the head table beside Uncle Alric, smoothing my blue dress as I surveyed the assembled wolves. Representatives from eight different packs filled the hall, creating a buzz of conversation and political maneuvering that made the air practically vibrate with tension.
Kieran had positioned himself to my left, closer than strictly necessary for diplomatic purposes. He'd been attentive to the point of possessivene
