Chapter 194

Freya's POV When we arrived at the gathering hall, most of the guests had already assembled. The venue was impressive—high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the assembled werewolves from various packs across the region. The air buzzed with power and status, the distinct scents of different pack territories mingling in the atmosphere. I felt Selene stir within me as we entered. My wolf was alert, sensing the presence of so many dominant wolves in one space. *Be careful*, she seemed to warn, her protective instinct flaring. Johnny placed his hand lightly on the small of my back in a reassuring gesture as we made our way through the crowd. The host of the gathering, Beta Richardson from the Silver Creek Pack, immediately recognized Johnny and approached us with the deference typically shown to respected pack members. "Johnny, what a pleasure to see you tonight," he said warmly, then turned to me with genuine appreciation in his eyes. "And this must be—"