Chapter 47 Slow Burn

• (Siena’s POV)
• The celebration dinner this evening feels bittersweet; joy at our accomplishment tempered by the constant pain in my chest where the mate bond continues to weaken.
• Windhowl's council members have spared no expense, transforming our pack's communal dining hall into something almost regal with candles flickering in iron sconces and the long tables draped in deep green cloth embroidered with silver thread.