*Lydia*
I step out of the inn and glance down the main street that runs through the center of the village. Boone's wagon is gone, but I can see where he left a good portion of his furniture. Simply because Grayson insisted.
My family, my stepfather, is influential at home in Fortune. I know beyond any doubt he could have stopped Boone from making his horse carry such a heavy load. But he wouldn't have been able to accomplish the same results as effortlessly as Grayson did. Had my stepfather punched the man, the man would have no doubt fought back.
As much as I understand about the intricacies of the lycan royalty, I am amazed to witness the power Grayson wields simply because of his birth. His title. He has only held his position for a short time. Yet people kowtow to him, as though he
