Last feast

WINTER'S POV

The decision had been made to cancel the Alpha feast in Slade's absence, but we were still celebrating. It wasn't the same as the feast; it felt like a last feast- knowing it would be our last before the attack. At least, that's how it felt to me.

I sat at the head of the long banquet table, scanning the crowd of werewolves around me.

The hair at the nape of my neck prickled, and I shuddered as my heart thumped. It had been happening since I stepped into this hall, and the feeling even got stronger.

My instincts told me that we were in danger. We were being watched, and someone was ready to strike when we least expected it.

But who? I couldn't tell. The crowd in the hall made it difficult for me to tell who was with us and who wasn't.

The warmth of the fire in the grand fireplace filled the room, but I still had goosebumps. I caressed my arms and heaved a breath; my eyes fixed on the entrance, then darting around the crowd occasionally.

My nostrils twitched at the aroma