Ember
I was worried about returning to the ball. I expected wolves to stare at me with disdain and curiosity at my fainting earlier or surround Zaid and push me aside, demanding he find a stronger she-wolf. Instead, I was given friendly smiles, and many wolves came up to ask me about my time in the Palace and if I was enjoying myself. Some even complimented me on my dress and makeup, and I felt a little overwhelmed at some points.
“Why don’t we go dance?” Zaid whispers into my ear after another batch of well-wishers has left. I sigh and readily agree, needing some distance from so many people. I slip my hand into his, and Zaid leads me to the dance floor. Wolves quickly clear the way, so it’s just the two of us in the middle.
Nervous at being the center of attention, I keep my gaze on Z
