He leaned toward Selene, murmuring something. She pressed her lips together in a knowing smile and reached over to pat the back of his hand.
The gesture was casual. Intimate.
A few wolves in the crowd noticed. Curious glances flickered their way, nostrils flaring as they caught the mingled scents.
Kael didn't pull back. If anything, he sat up straighter—basking in the attention, savoring the whispered speculation.
The standard honors wrapped up quickly.
The ceremonial caller's voice rose with practiced excitement: "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for—the Moonlit Contribution Honor!"
"A chest of silver-tribute, plus a prestige patrol mount and elite den grant!"
The great hall fell silent for a heartbeat, then erupted into a buzz of speculation.
Everyone knew the weight of this prize.
"Who could it be? Beta Thorne?"
"My wager's on Elder Vance from the Border Patrol—his wolves doubled their territory gains this year."
"What about..." someone lowered their voice, "Omega Liaison Ashford? He's the Pack Steward's golden pup."
Kael Ashford clearly heard that last remark.
The curve of his lips deepened, a flicker of smug certainty crossing his eyes.