Seraphina's POVGemma didn't ask what was wrong. She poured me a cup of tea and set it in front of me and went back to her dough without a word, and I wrapped my hands around the cup and held on until the warmth seeped into my fingers and the shaking slowed enough that I could lift it to my mouth without spilling."The yearly gathering is in five days," she said over her shoulder while her hands worked the dough. "Marta wants the menu finalized by tomorrow. She's already screaming about the pork order.""Five days?""You didn't know?" She glanced back at me. "Octavia's had the whole house staff running since yesterday. Banners, seating arrangements, guest lists. You'd think the goddess herself was attending."I hadn't known. Every Alpha, Beta, and pack leader in the region would be under Blackthorn's roof in less than a week for the annual summit, and Octavia was already running the staff like the whole event depended on her personally.She always loved the gathering. The gowns, the
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