Mary Ann’s POV
The lower festival grounds stretched along the eastern side of Ironclaw’s main courtyard, bordered by tall pine trees and a shallow stream.
Workers moved between the tents, carrying wooden benches, lantern poles and crates of decorations. Mooncrest’s blue-and-silver banners had been placed beside Ironclaw’s black-and-gray ones, creating a display that looked more peaceful than either pack truly felt.
Adrian walked beside me with two rolled maps tucked beneath his arm.
Kylian followed several steps behind us, close enough to protect us but far enough to pretend he was not listening.
I knew Modric had ordered him to come.
The thought irritated me.
I was capable of walking across festival grounds without being guarded like a helpless pup. Yet Modric had insisted the addi
