I let my senses guide me as I moved through the hall, plate in hand, wolf instincts quietly humming beneath my human guise. Until I meet Old Madam Presgrave, I can take my time, I thought, letting the pack's hierarchy reassure me—my father had Jared covered, so I could linger here, claiming my space and savoring the bounty laid before me. Each bite of food felt almost sacred, a grounding ritual amid the swirling energy of Alphas and influential pack members. I could feel the subtle vibrations of dominance and mate energy radiating from those around me, every movement, every glance carefully measured.
