Celebration and Doubts
The night was alive with music and laughter as the wolves of Crimson Fang gathered to celebrate Isla’s triumph. The packhouse courtyard had been transformed into a glittering stage for the evening’s festivities. Lanterns swung gently from above, their warm light casting a golden glow over the tables laden with food and drink.
At the center of it all stood Isla, radiant in a silver gown that shimmered like starlight. Her silver hair was braided intricately, woven with small gemstones that caught the flicker of the lanterns. Wolves of every rank approached her in turn, bowing low and pledging their loyalty anew.
Draven stood at the edge of the gathering, his arms crossed as he observed her with a look that was equal parts pride and longing. Susan sidled up beside him, her expression amused. “You’re staring again,” she remarked.
Draven didn’t glance at her, his eyes firmly on Isla. “And?”
Susan smirked. “And maybe you should be standing next to her instead of lurking in the shadows like some brooding protector.”
“She doesn’t need protection tonight,” Draven replied, though the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “She’s doing just fine on her own.”
As if hearing him, Isla turned and made her way toward him, her steps graceful but purposeful. When she reached him, she tilted her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Enjoying the view?”
“Always,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’ve proven them all wrong tonight, Isla. I never doubted you, but watching them bow… it’s satisfying.”
Her smile softened, and she leaned in slightly. “You doubted me a little,” she teased.
“Not for a second,” he said, his amber eyes meeting hers. “But if you want me to beg for forgiveness, I’ll need some time to plan a grand gesture.”
She laughed softly, the sound warming the cool night air.
Despite the celebration, a shadow lingered at the edges of Isla’s thoughts. Her gaze drifted toward the distant treeline, where the forest loomed dark and quiet.
“Do you think I made a mistake sparing her?” she asked, her voice quieter now.
Draven’s smile faded, his expression growing serious. He followed her gaze toward the horizon, his jaw tightening as he considered his answer.
Finally, he turned back to her, his hand brushing against her arm. “We’ll find out soon enough,” he said simply, his tone heavy with meaning.
