~CELINE~
The castle's grand doors opened, leading us to a wide, incredibly spacious hall that I'd never stepped foot in before.
It wasn't as big as the ballroom where the Full moon ball was held but it was still enough to contain hundreds.
Warriors lined the walls, standing at attention in their formal uniforms—deep crimson with silver accents that caught the light from the massive chandeliers overhead. Pack members moved around in their finest clothes, a sea of rich fabrics and glittering jewelry that spoke of the North's prosperity.
These people really took their traditions seriously, modern if they wanted to be and also ancient when it was required.
And there, at the center of it all, stood Ragnar.
My breath caught in my throat the second I spotted him, my body immediately reac
