Matilda's pov

Feeling at home was a far cry from returning to the pack grounds.

The silver light that calmed my wolf was entirely muted when darkness descended upon us and the clouds engulfed the moon. Maya walked close to me, her chin up, her posture stiff, her wrath pulsing through her. Her teeth were clenching, and I could practically hear it.

Before long, everyone's attention turned to us council members, the guards, and even the nomadic omegas as we passed through the main gates. ...