Nyra’s POV
Patience was becoming difficult. I hated that. Patience was one of my greatest strengths. It was the reason I had survived court politics for so many years while other wolves destroyed themselves through impulsive decisions. It was the reason my father trusted my judgment. It was the reason Damon sat on the throne in the first place.
Patience won wars. Emotion lost them. Lately, however, emotion seemed determined to test me. I stood inside my private chambers staring out at the palace grounds below while Lena quietly poured wine behind me. The gathering at Alpha Rowan's estate should have reassured me.
Instead it had done the opposite, because I had seen too much. Nathan watching Elodie. Elodie watching Nathan. Damon watching Elodie. Every path seemed to lead back to the same
