She had no words.
The grin on his face confirmed he knew exactly WHAT and that he had orchestrated every goddamn detail of this evening.
Finnick Shadowclaw was a gorgeous, scheming menace, and she was wearing his colors while he sat there looking pleased with himself.
She had no one to blame but herself. She walked straight into the trap and even thanked it on the way in.
The music stopped and conversations began to fade.
"His Majesty, Finnick Shadowclaw, Alpha King of North Skardos and the Kingdom of Shadowclaw," a herald announced loudly.
Hundreds of wolves turned their attention to the staircase with the unified focus of a pack whose Alpha had arrived.
"Her Royal Highness, Serena Drakenfell, Crown Princess of Drakenfell."
The herald used her married name, which was formal recognition that the pack was acknowledging who she was and where she came from.
Every person in the hall bowed.
