Chapter 53
Zeraphine's POV
The grand hall was packed with people, and the air felt heavy, like a weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I stayed near the back, keeping my distance, hoping no one would notice me. My shawl was wrapped tightly around my shoulders, but it did nothing to chase away the cold creeping inside me.
My eyes wandered over the crowd, taking in the faces, the chatter, the tension that hung in the room. The long dining tables were filled with plates of food, glimmering cutlery, and flickering candles that cast warm light across the faces of the pack. Servants moved quietly between the tables, serving dishes and refilling goblets. The pack had organised a surprise Christmas dinner for everyone
Then I saw him—Draven. He sat near the head of the m
