As Astor and I walked up the stairs from the basement, my legs felt like weak. Every step was hard. The adrenaline from the fight was leaving my body, and I just wanted to sleep for a week. But I couldn't stop yet. The pack was waiting. The guests were waiting.
The main hall was silent. The music had stopped a long time ago. All the Alphas, Lunas, and our own pack members were standing there, staring at the door.
They looked confused. They had felt the ground shake during our battle and they had probably seen the blue spirits fly through the ceiling like shooting stars.
When we stepped into the light, the room gasped. I still had on that ugly, muddy brown dress and my hair was a mess. But I didn't look like a ghost anymore. My eyes were clear, and I held my head high. Beside me, Astor
