Kael walked half a step behind her, draped in a midnight-blue velvet coat trimmed with silver thread. The arrogance of youth radiated from him, untempered, almost deliberately flaunted.
I watched from across the hall. A soft exhale escaped through my nose—not quite a laugh.
I raised my goblet, took a measured sip, and said nothing.
"Alpha Blackthorn." Ronan Stormwing appeared at my elbow, touching his goblet to mine with an amiable smile. The visiting Beta from our allied pack surveyed the gathering with approval. "The territory's tribute flow looks excellent this year. Border stability has never been stronger. You should be pleased."
"I should be."
I returned the smile and drained my goblet in one smooth motion.
Three rounds of mead later, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.
The ceremony leader took the raised platform, voice booming with theatrical energy as he announced the evening's main event.
The year-end tribute distribution.
Cheers and howls of approval erupted from the gathered wolves. Every eye in the hall locked onto the stage.
I straightened my ceremonial collar and ascended the steps.