Nathan's POV.
A guard came to me to tell me to sit with the king as he had requested that I sit with him.
“Sure,” I said with a polite smile as I walked to the king's table.
The Lycan king was in rare form, his booming laughter filling the air as he recounted stories of wars past and the triumphs that came with them.
His every word commanded attention, his charisma so overwhelming that even the most stoic alphas leaned in when he spoke. I sat at his table, nodding and chuckling when appropriate, doing my part to stay engaged.
But in truth, my mind was elsewhere.
Lunaria.
She was seated at the counter, her soft features illuminated by the flickering glow of the party lights. There was a quiet grace about her that drew my gaze again and again, no matter how much I tried to focus on th
