Chapter 101

Maeve’s POV

I smiled at every pack member and guest in the grand hall. Standing in a corner, I wore one of Lady Elenore’s silken gowns—Elysia insisted she was the finest clothier in all North Central. The dress’s high neckline framed a modest opening that showed just enough of my décolletage to draw Draven’s mild protest. He’d argued it was too revealing, but the other girls defended me, and I loved it—especially how Elysia had tied my brown hair back into a neat ponytail.

I chatted with a few Lunas who’d accompanied their mates to the small feast. Tonight we celebrated my official bond to the pack: because Draven and I had marked each other, I could now mind-link with every member. We also celebrated breaking the Crescent Curse that had plagued us for years. We were all joyful—though I couldn’t help wishing my brothers were here. The Tenebris Pack hadn’t been invited: Draven and they were still at odds, and Lennox and Luther remained under Council watch, suspecte