~ CASPIAN ~
Something about Lycena feels wrong, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
It’s like that itch you can’t scratch. The one just out of reach. The smile that’s too wide. The laugh that ends too fast. The touch that lingers on me even when it’s clearly not wanted.
And lately, her cruelty is something she doesn't even try to hide anymore.
The luncheon spreads across the east courtyard behind the packhouse, where the sunlight trickles through a lattice of flowering vines hanging above the building. The long dining table stretches across the terrace, beautifully surrounded by ornate chairs already occupied by the elders and other noble heads of pack families in attendance.
This luncheon was Lycena's idea of a ‘good time.’ I don't even know the purpose of it. Maybe she just wante
