Chapter 150

Elara's POV

The banquet hall gleamed with polished silver and crystal, the kind of splendor meant to dazzle donors and soften their purses. But beneath the glitter, I could feel the restless shift of wolves, the crackle of politics and posturing. Tonight's charity was for the orphans of the Isles—a noble cause, and one few dared to ignore. Even the pups themselves had been brought to the hall, dre