Lunar Lake
162
(Kathryn’s POV)
The cheering didn’t fade, it transformed. Warriors slapped the tables, calling for food and drink. The kitchen staff rushed forward with trays piled high, pitchers of beer and juice, roasted meats, bread still steaming. The packhouse filled with sound, the deep rumble of wolves celebrating, voices rising in unison.
Celia tugged me toward the head table, and before I could protest, Tyler was already pulling out a chair for me. His hand lingered at my shoulder, grounding me as the noise swelled around us.