Axel
The grand hall buzzed with celebration as Giovanni was welcomed back home. Cheers and applause filled the air, the scent of wine and burning torches mingling as the people of Mallory rejoiced.
I stood tall among the gathered crowd, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched the reunion unfold.
Prince Giovanni looked stronger, more confident his presence radiated the kind of leadership a kingdom needed.
Yet my focus wavered.
My gaze kept drifting toward her.
Zoraya.
She stood near Queen Melody, her figure small amidst the towering nobles and warriors.
Her wild, untamed hair framed her delicate features, and though she had come a long way from when I first saw her, she still had that haunted look in her eyes.
My wolf stirred restlessly. We had found her our mate. After years
