We walked down the stairs together, Orion and Laura waiting at the bottom. They both bowed as we approached. We were a unit now, a phalanx of power moving toward the gala that would decide the fate of our house.
The gala was held in the grand ballroom of the Olympus Pack's central palace. As our car pulled up, I could see the line of luxury vehicles stretching for blocks. The red carpet was swarming with reporters and photographers, their flashes creating a staccato rhythm against the evening gloom.
When my father stepped out, the noise reached a deafening roar. Then, he turned to offer his hand to me. As I stepped onto the carpet, the world seemed to go silent for a split second before erupting into chaos.
"Hannah! Over here!"
"Miss Kian, tell us about your childhood!"
"Is it true you were kept in a prison?"
