Ellie POV
The great hall of Moonstone shimmered with morning light. High windows let in warm light that seemed to glow against the polished wood and brass of the room. The air was heavy with perfume and anticipation — an almost tangible hum of curiosity and speculation came from the assembled crowd.
Alaric was to make an important announcement today, but no one knew what. All of Moonstone seemed to be excited about it, if the number of reporters waiting was anything to go by.
I stood behind the side curtain, my hands clasped together tightly. I could hear the murmur of the gathered crowd: dignitaries from allied packs, nobles, healers, emissaries — and, somewhere among them, Nolan.
It felt surreal.
Only months ago, I’d been hiding from the world in a tiny apartment, afraid to be seen.
