Chapter 133

• Author’s POV
• ​As the heavy gold hands of the ceremonial grandfather clock crept dangerously close to eleven o'clock in the morning, a thick, suffocating wave of anxiety began settling over the high-society crowd.
• ​Realizing that the sanctuary was getting far too chaotic, Nathan Harrisford and Donald Miller began stepping through the aisles, quickly ushering the gathered pack elders, business moguls, and territorial delegates to finally take their designated seats.