Elizabeth’s POV
As the evening sun dips below the horizon, we arrive at the White City. It’s my first visit, and I can’t help but be awed by the Lycans’ capital. The main street, paved with pristine stone, is both spacious and immaculate, flanked by impressive buildings made from white marble. Now I get why they call it the White City.
A squad of soldiers trots down the street. Their footsteps and shouted slogans make me jump a little.
“Sorry,” the leader nods politely as they pass, making their way toward the grand iron gate at the street’s end.
“What’s beyond the gate?” I ask, my eyes lingering on its enormous structure.
“The palace,” Echo replies.
I glance at her in surprise. She elaborates with a grin, “We’re only in the outer city. The inner city is safer, so naturally, that’s w
