Eira's POV
We left for the event in a line of sleek vehicles. Along the way, I noticed other cars heading in the same direction, each carrying guests dressed in elegance and power. The closer we came to the venue, the more I felt the weight of where I truly was.
The entrance alone was magnificent, adorned with grand arrangements of lights and banners bearing the HollowCrest crest in shimmering gold. Everything spoke of legacy, authority, and ancient power.
When our vehicle stopped, Kael stepped out first and offered me his hand. Roman helped Raven out of the other side, while the rest joined us shortly after.
As I took in the surroundings, a strange heaviness settled in my chest. This was the first time in my life I was attending such an event, while I had never even attended a simple birthday party at home.
And this even was going to be full of the most powerful people in the werewolf world.
My fingers tightened around Kael's hand instinctively.
