Petal's Pov

The celebration began long before I reached the hall. Everywhere in the hall was glamorous, filled with different people.

Laughter rolled through the night like distant thunder, mixed with the heavy scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the crackle of torches burning along the walls. The pack hadn’t celebrated anything in years not truly. Not with joy. Not with relief. Not with hope.

Not until tonight.

I stood outside the great door for a long moment, fingers curled around ...