Sindy
I squeezed Lorenzo's hand once, a silent acknowledgement of the shared nervousness and anticipation. My blood was still singing with the resonance of the Adhiero bond, an almost physical hum beneath my skin, warming me against the cool air of the hall. It was a potent reminder that, no matter what happened next, the most important battle was already won.
He opened the heavy oak door.
We stepped out together, framed by the dark, ancient wood of the Alpha’s private wing. The scent of pine, winter air, and dozens of expectant shifters hit me instantly, but it was the profound silence of the common room that struck me most.
The entire pack was assembled. Not in their usual chaotic, dinner-time clusters, but formally, in a wide semi-circle around the vast, unlit central hearth. The fa
