A Feast with Pack Members

Walking side by side, Amira and Rhys were dressed for an evening with the pack members not on duty. Amira was surprisingly nervous. She looked like the king but was not. This was going to be harder than before. Already, she could feel the vibrations of those inside the hall, their voices rowdy and boisterous, with a similar atmosphere to the rogues.

Yet, Amira felt there was more pressure to be Rhys now. With the council members and servants, it was easy because they didn’t know their Alpha King well; they only knew of his and Demon’s fierce reputation. That was why Baltir and Bash caught on that something wasn’t right with their friend. Now she was entering a hall full of pack members who were probably tight with their king. From how they looked at her earlier, that made it pretty obvious.

“You’ll be fine,” Rhys assured her, sliding his hand into the crook of her arm. Amira looked down at him, shocked he was playing the part of a lady. She wanted to shake him off because if she was