Chapter 75 The Hour Of Ruin

• Time was slipping through her fingers.
• Lady Miriam had likely grown suspicious. Her eyes had followed Lena too many times today, sharp and assessing. She lingered near the front of the hall, ensuring all was in order, yet her glances were never idle.
• The great hall was filled with noble guests, the air thick with quiet murmurs. The Alpha had yet to appear, and impatience brewed like storm clouds. Voices rose in low tones, questioning, doubting, pressing for answers no one had.