Amara's POV
“We feast tonight!”
I nearly scream when Lucian lifts me off the ground a second after rising from his bike. His deep, thunderous roar echoes through the palace courtyard, so wild and commanding. Ethan, Theo, and other Lycans answering Lucian’s howl that shook the air, merging into a chorus of primal celebration.
While Lucian carrying me up the marble stairs and through the long corridors toward the grand dining hall, Lycan’s howl following us relentlessly, reverberating through the stone walls. Instead of dinner, it feels more like a royal procession.
The heavy doors of the dining hall swung open, a wave of heat and the scent of roasted meat washed over me. Smoke curled lazily toward the high ceiling, laced with the fragrance of wild herbs. Every inch of the massive obsidi
