Sylvia’s POV
The palace corridors felt endless, their vaulted ceilings swallowing the sound of my steps. I trailed after Lucian, my fingers brushing the cool stone walls as though touching would convince me this was real; that I had truly left everything behind.
The Moon Veil Pack… Marshall… the only home I had ever known, as cruel as it might be.
King Lucian’s strides were unhurried, yet purposeful, his presence filling the corridor like a shadow I couldn’t escape.
“This will be your room,” he said at last, stopping in front of a carved oak door.
When he pushed it open, I froze.
The chamber beyond was nothing like the drafty, cramped room I’d lived in within my mother’s cabin. Soft rugs covered polished stone, muffling footsteps. A wide bed, dressed in deep crimson linens, stoo
