Chapter 265

Olivias pov

As the night wore on, the noise and light from the Gathering felt suffocating, the weight of whispered judgments clashing with the silent realm outside. I excused myself, stepping beyond the threshold of the elders' hall to inhale the crisp, calming air. The moon shone brightly above, illuminating the leaves that rustled gently in the soft breeze. It was a moment of solitude that I craved amidst the tumult of conflicting emotions and expectations.

The chill of the night wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, cooling the lingering heat of confrontation. It was moments like these when I could truly reflect, taking stock of what had transpired in the intertwined worlds of werewolves and politics. They doubted my power, yet I stood unwavering, proving time and again that I was more than capable despite their prejudices.

A familiar, subtle tingle crept up my spine, an instinct honed by years of survival and caution. I knew someone was approaching, not with ill intent but