The energy in the room shifted as Orion's hand found the small of my back, a possessive gesture that didn't go unnoticed. I felt Rhys's eyes burning into us from across the venue, his gaze never wavering even as photographers flashed their cameras, capturing what must have appeared to be an intimate moment between me and the Storm Crest Alpha.
"Your collection was exceptional," Orion whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Though I'm hardly surprised."
I smiled despite the nervous flutter in my stomach. "Thank you for believing in me."
The competition wasn't over yet. Each pack would present their final showcase piece—the garment that would ultimately determine the winner. As lead designer for Storm Crest, I'd poured my heart into creating something that honored both tradition and innovation. The waiting was excruciating.