ADELINE
The pack hall is cold, the scent of cold wax and chilly stones lingers in the air as Lola guides me inside.
Resting for the entire night hasn't done much to heal me. And that serves as a bitter reminder of my wolfless state that cuts even deeper into my wounds.
Not that I have rested much. After sharing my idea with Drystan last night, I could barely sleep. Tossing and turning, I was consumed by the myriad of possibilities.
Will he agree with my idea? Will he bring it up? Will it work? Hope, doubt and confusion kept me awake till almost dawn.
The moment I cross the main pillars and step inside, countless gazes pierce into me.
If the three elders despised me before, they now look at me like I am a curse on Blackbane pack, one that has been casted to bring their ruination.
Julia's gaze is one filled with mockery and pride. Swaying her hips, she walks to the center where Drystan is seated on the throne and then, she sits on one of his thighs.
