C11

Elara adjusted the hem of her cloak, standing in the grand hall of the Alpha’s castle. The chill of the room seemed sharper than usual, but she refused to show discomfort. Mara, Kaelen’s first wife, sat across from her, her sharp eyes observing like a hawk circling its prey. Lyria, the second wife, lingered by the corner, her lips curled in a faint smile that never reached her eyes.

“Luna Elara