Chapter 57: Questioned by fire
Ciara's POV
As my steps carried me closer to the meeting hall, it felt like I was willingly walking toward a beast that could swallow me whole.
As Alaric and I approached the double doors of the meeting hall, I stopped and took in the entire door, observing the intricate carvings of the pack's ancient crest. The wood was blackened in places by age, bearing the marks of stories that had lasted for centuries.
The pack warriors standing by the door opened it for us, but my feet did not move. Alaric pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, giving me a silent command to keep moving.
Although reluctant, I heeded Alaric’s silent command and stepped inside. The air suddenly became heavy with the scent of incense and the weight of authority. The council elder
