The grand courtyard luncheon was designed to project absolute stability, but the tension beneath the surface was thick enough to choke on. Long tables draped in white linen were laden with silver platters, surrounded by high-ranking pack members who whispered behind crystal goblets. Julian pulled out a wrought-iron chair for Maya before taking his seat beside her, his powerful frame remaining rigid and alert. He kept one hand resting casually on the tablecloth, his fingers brushing the back of Maya’s hand in a silent, grounding gesture of solidarity. "Enjoying the festivities, my dear?" Elder Torin asked from across the table, his voice grating like dry stones. His gaze was fixed on Maya with predatory calculation. "Adapting to the Bloodmoon pack is rarely easy for outsiders." Maya offered a composed, elegant smile, masking the sudden spike of adrenaline in her veins. "It helps to have a guide who knows how to navigate the wolves, Elder Torin." Torin’s lips twitched into a thin, h
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