Aria's POV
The Grayson territory had not celebrated like this in a long time. Music filled the courtyard, warriors stood around open fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted through the evening air.
For once, no one was talking about rogue attacks, council disputes, or territory defenses.
We were celebrating. The first section of our joint-defense line had been successfully completed.
I stood near the edge of the courtyard, watching my pack members enjoy themselves. Nine territories had joined the alliance. The thought filled me with satisfaction.
Lydia seemed pleased too. Look at them. They're very happy.
I smiled faintly. They deserve to be.
Her warmth brushed against my consciousness.
They trust us.
The word settled somewhere deep inside me.
Trust.
My pack had been throug
