Chapter 157

**Evangeline's POV**

Three weeks after the battle, I stood in the great hall of the Nightbane castle and tried not to throw up.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I pressed them flat against my thighs, willing them to be still, but they just kept trembling. Outside, hundreds of wolves waited. Nightbane. The northern territories. The eastern clans. And Silvermoon.

My father's pack. What was left of it anyway.

"You don't have to do this today," Ronan said ...