Freya's POV
Two weeks after our confrontation with Morgana, the Shadow Pack territory buzzed with excitement and relief. The main hall of our sprawling mansion had been transformed for tonight's celebration—ambient lighting cast a warm glow over elegant decorations that blended modern luxury with subtle nods to our pack's heritage. The scent of roasted meat and fine wine filled the air as pack members mingled, the collective mood lighter than it had been in months.
I adjusted my midnight blue dress, smoothing the silk fabric as I surveyed the room. Johnny had outdone himself overseeing the technical demonstration that had taken place earlier. Standing near the champagne fountain, he was now enthusiastically explaining our Artemis system to a group of impressed Beta wolves from neig
