After the tense exchange with Zayn and Iris, Davian and Roseanne moved deeper into the grand hall, impact of what they talked about was still hanging between them. Her heart raced, and her thoughts were all over the place as she tried to calm down. Groups of werewolves from various packs chatted and laughed, their voices mixing with the soft music playing in the background.
Roseanne felt like a small, delicate string in this big picture of strength. She clung to Davian's arm, her fingers tight around his bicep as they navigated through the crowd. His presence grounded her, his calm, steady energy making her feel stronger. Yet, despite his reassuring presence, a growing sense of unease stirred within her. She was far from the life she had known, standing in a room filled with Alphas, Betas, and high-ranking wolves, each one working their own little power plays and politics.
