The cheers from the crowd had grown defeaning, almost wild with anticipation, as if the very act of Violet cutting Griffin's hair would summon down the heavens itself.
But Violet didn't move. For over a full minute, she just stood there motionless, and made no attempt to reach for any of the tools laid carefully on the tray before her.
The pause was long enough that people began to notice and their excitement started to wane. Their roaring cheers suddenly became confused murmurs.
The elders exchanged pointed glances, their once warm expressions replaced with tight-lipped disapproval. The Alphas from the sub-packs shifted in their seats, some leaning to whisper, with the others others shaking their heads.
One of them said to his Luna with a low chuckle, "Seems like the great Irene ended up with a whim of a daughter-in-law after all. This is going to be fun."
