Rumors spread fast in any pack.
The hall was thick with whispers. Low voices. Side glances. People pretending not to stare while staring anyway.
"Honestly, we can't blame Mrs. Hale entirely. Mr. Hale has his own… limitations."
"Maybe her instincts just got the better of her."
"I still respect Mr. Hale. Look at him so calm. Any other Alpha would have lost control."
"Mr. Hale, you don't have to be strong. It's fine to cry."
The pity in their voices was worse than mockery.
Camilla stood near the stage, wearing a mask of concern.
"How could this happen? Mrs. Hale, she "
"Ms. Morrigan," I said gently, my voice clear enough to slice through the noise, "it's obvious you care about me very deeply."
Silence fell.
Every head turned.
Camilla froze.
Her eyes widened as if she had seen something impossible.
"How did you get here?"
Sera stepped forward and linked her arm with mine, her smile soft and calm.
