ELAYNE'S POV

The Lord Alpha’s hall smells like wintered oak and old victories, with banners of honoured werewolves rippling in the high drafts.

There are guards lined along the aisle in matched armor, their spears upright and their eyes void of any emotion.

... And at the far end, upon the stone dais with its carved runes and wolfheads, Lord Alpha Theron sits all high and mighty.

Beside him is his mate------ Lady Luna Mairead who faces forward with her hands set gently on the armrests ...