The fierce look between Deucalion and me was broken by the Blackridge Luna.
“Enough!”
Her voice cut through the hall. Everyone went silent.
She stepped between us, her eyes moving from Deucalion to me. “This is a pack celebration, not a challenge ground.”
Deucalion’s red eyes remained on mine for another second before slowly returning to normal.
Mine did the same.
I could still feel my wolf moving restlessly inside me. The Luna turned to me. “Malia, go back to your room.”
I almost argued. Then I noticed Lucian standing across the hall.
He was still watching me. His expression had changed. He looked concerned now, not amused.
I nodded once and turned away. As I walked toward the doors, I could feel Deucalion’s eyes following me.
I refused to look back. Outside, the cold night air
