Chapter 36: Pack Politics (Elara's POV)
The Golden Moon tavern hummed with evening activity as I slid into a booth across from Caleb and his Beta wolves. The scent of roasted meat and moon-blessed wine filled the air, but my stomach turned at the thought of food. The lingering effects of Daniel's silver poisoning still made eating difficult.
"Just herbal tea for me," I told the server, ignoring Elias's concerned glance.
"You should eat something," he ventured, his worry evident. "The silver can't fully flush from your system without proper nutrition."
I shook my head. "Maybe later."
Caleb didn't even look up from the territory maps spread across the table. His silver eyes remained fixed on the boundaries his Beta had been discussing, deliberately avoiding my gaze as he had since
