Lena exhaled slowly, steadying herself. Her pulse still raced beneath her skin, but her face was unreadable behind the delicate shimmer of her mask.
She licked her lips, the taste of Marcus still on them.
A familiar laughter caught her ear, Elize.
Lena lifted her head, realizing she was standing alone in the grand hall.
Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Elize, seated at a table near one of the tall windows. Tiara and Jackson sat beside her, the three of them laughing over something Lena couldn’t quite hear from this distance.
A smile tugged at her lips.
It wasn’t common—Alphas and Lunas usually kept their distance, maintaining a quiet wall between themselves and the rest of the pack. But Jackson and Tiara weren’t like most.
They didn’t lead from above. They stood among
