Chapter 233

Third Person's POV

Lark sat there stiffly, her fir pheromones crystallizing into frost in the air. She remained silent throughout the event.

Yet, deep down, she was filled with anxiety. Being at the Glacierclaw Pack headquarters inevitably reminded her of Calanthe's past kindness toward her.

The silver-wolf-pack totem mark on the back of her neck suddenly itched—it was the Moon Goddess's blessing