Arthur's POV
I stood there, feeling the tension in the air, my eyes fixed on the man at the front of the room. Everyone was waiting for him to speak, to say the reason for interrupting the pack's merriment, but I couldn’t shake off the anxiety tightening my chest. The fact that his eyes were fixed on someone and he wouldn't talk immediately made my heart skip a beat. My gaze followed him and drifted to Julianne, who was holding little Antonnia in her arms. She looked pale, her hands trembling slightly as she cradled the baby. Why would the man stare at Julianne in that manner? What had she done this time, is it because of the witch stuff? The way her eyes flickered nervously, scanning the room, made my heart ache.
I wanted nothing more than to rush to her, to hold her and tell her every
