Anna's POVThe pack mansion was alive with noise.I woke to the sound of footsteps thundering through the hallways, voices shouting orders, furniture being dragged across floors. Outside my window, I could hear cars arriving and departing, guards calling to each other, servants rushing across the gravel driveway.The gala.Tonight, every Alpha and Luna from every pack in the territory would gather under this roof. The most important political event of the year, and the Blood Moon pack was hosting it.And I had no interest in attending.I rolled out of bed slowly. My back was still sore, but the pain was manageable now. The wounds had scabbed over. The bruises had faded to yellow. I could move without wincing, which was more than I could say two days ago.The bathroom was warm and steamy when I stepped inside. I let the hot water run over my shoulders and tried not to think about the gala. About Hector. About the way he had held my chin and asked if I loved him. About the way I had lie
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