Author’s pov
The golden mirror reflected her graceful figure as she paced across the bedroom, her silk robe flowing like liquid over her curves. Veronica had always lived like a queen within the Red Claw Pack. This room…her room was proof of it: draped in velvet curtains, the perfume of roses always lingering in the air, and treasures from across the territories arranged in delicate glass cases.
But tonight, unease crackled around her like a storm.
Her heeled slippers clicked against the polished floor as she turned sharply, her emerald eyes narrowing. Something was wrong. The pack house was buzzing, voices carrying down the corridors in hurried whispers. Servants had scurried past her door, eyes wide, lips pressed tight as though terrified to speak.
And Veronica despised being kept i
