Freya's POV
When we arrived at the gathering hall, most of the guests had already assembled. The venue was impressive—high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the assembled werewolves from various packs across the region. The air buzzed with power and status, the distinct scents of different pack territories mingling in the atmosphere.
I felt Selene stir within me as we entered. My wolf was alert, sensing the presence of so many dominant wolves in one space. *Be careful*, she seemed to warn, her protective instinct flaring. Johnny placed his hand lightly on the small of my back in a reassuring gesture as we made our way through the crowd.
The host of the gathering, Beta Richardson from the Silver Creek Pack, immediately recognized Johnny and appr
