Selene's point of view

Selene stood outside the entryway, observing the council members mingling, and found the quiet hum of talk in the pack's senior quarters irritating. The air had a subtle scent of wood polish and roasted pork, and the space was shadowed by the flickering light from the elaborate chandelier above.

Even though Selene was in a really bad mood, she forced a pleasant grin onto her face. It was intended that this modest birthday celebration she had planned for Elder Greta would serve as yet another thoughtfully placed stone in her foundation of power. But as she looked across the room, her grip on Marcus, and consequently...