7
Elinor
We sat silently as Skye helped me fix my hair. Three days had passed since I'd confronted my father, but my outburst had been a waste of time. The gathering hadn't been canceled,
and the following day, wolves from other packs began arriving for the big night.
To avoid meeting any of them before the gathering, I had to remain at Skye's house. I felt constantly anxious and on edge, panicked that my mate was sure to be among the wolves who had arrived for the party.
Skye had acted as my eyes and ears during the days I'd been trapped inside. From her reports, there were more than twelve firstborns present— those who would become the Alpha for their packs—and twice as many second- and thirdborns.
Now that the dreaded night had actually arrived, I was thankful for Skye's company as she helped me to get ready. But I was also grateful for the companionable silence between us, as my thoughts ran rampant.
