Chapter 135

FINN'S POV

The grand hall sparkled with the kind of beauty and elegance that masked the dark purpose lurking beneath the surface that evening.

I had arranged every detail carefully, from the golden chandeliers casting soft light over the tables, to the flowing drapes framing the room in deep shades of royal blue and emerald.

The guests began to arrive slowly, each dressed in their finest, each carrying the same hesitant expression. After all, it wasn’t every day you celebrated a man’s recovery by gathering half the pack’s inner circle.

Dante had given me a sceptical look when I first suggested it. “Are you sure, Finn? It seems… unnecessary.”

But I only smiled, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “Trust me, Brother. Tonight's not just about celebrating your recovery. I have a little announcement planned. You’ll see.”