Janet's final instructions echoed in my ears as we approached the massive wooden doors. "Head high, shoulders back," she had whispered. "You're not just walking into a room—you're making an entrance. The second we enter, go straight to Ragnar. Don't look left, don't look right. Your confidence is your shield."
Easy for her to say. She wasn't the person who was going to be meeting her abusive ex-husband just weeks after he f****d her mother and then sold her off to a rival pack to save his own incompetent ass!
Breathe, Celine.
Fucking breathe…
The hallway leading to the feast hall stretched before us like an endless corridor of judgment. A few warriors lined the walls, their muscular frames rigid, eyes tracking our approach.
They all dressed casually, much like Janet and I did but th
