Olivia's POV
The door to the meeting hall loomed before me like a physical manifestation of my dread. My head still spun from the triplets' declaration earlier—they had chosen me, publicly and definitively. But what did that even mean after everything they'd put me through?
I smoothed down my simple blue dress, taking a deep breath. The mandatory she-wolf meeting couldn't have come at a worse time. My wolf paced anxiously inside me, sensing trouble ahead.
"You can do this," I whispered to myself, pushing open the heavy wooden door.
The room fell silent as I entered. Dozens of women turned to stare, their expressions ranging from curiosity to outright hostility. I recognized pack members I'd grown up with, now looking at me as if I were a stranger.
Lady Fiona Luciano sat at the head of the long table, her elegant posture and perfectly coiffed silver-streaked hair radiating authority. The triplets' mother had never shown me anything but cold disdain since my return.
