Elara’s POVIt was the day of the high moon summit itself.The pressure in the room as we all sat around tables was immense, some werewolves were speaking to each other in hushed tones, others in loud voices, like they were scared people wouldn’t hear them.The golden light of the chandelier reflected onto the head of a bald war veteran and straight into my eyes, making me try to look away, but the man didn’t let me, claiming I looked like his dead wife.Lucan was also busy, occupied with middle aged women telling him he looked far too pristine to be from the alliance pack. They said it with disgust in their tone, like they couldn’t fathom what could exist in such a pack.I didn’t blame them. It really was unfathomable, and I’d lived there for nearly five years. It was awesome, what Lera had built with magic. I’d have loved to give them little tips about our weather at least, and how it was miles ahead of this frozen tundra, but the bald man had graduated to hovering over my leg, not
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