Chapter 75 Whispers And Discussions

• Knowing Darius had gone to my grandmother’s table should have eased the knot in my chest. After all, Serina—his grandmother—and my grandmother shared a bond of many decades. And yet, unease lingered, a quiet tremor beneath the surface.
• The Pack members around me sensed it too. Subtle glances, murmured whispers; they were all watching, waiting. In werewolf society, rumors didn’t need reason; they only needed blood, and right now, theirs was tuned to me.
• I straightened slightly and forced a cool tone, projecting confidence. “Serina and my grandmother are old friends. Darius went to sit out of respect for her, nothing more.”