Lorien POV
I smiled, feeling the tension finally ease from my shoulders as Riven brushed a kiss across the back of my hand before nodding politely to Olyssia. We parted ways in front of our rooms, his charm lingering in the air like a faint trace of magic.
The teasing had started after one of his offhand remarks about how I might taste. At first, I’d bristled, ready to be offended, but then he’d asked in all sincerity whether werewolves still hunted and ate raw animals or if we’d evolved to cook them now. It wasn’t a jab, just genuine curiosity and that softened me. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since he’d actually spent time around wolves, but he seemed fascinated rather than judgmental. He’d even turned to Olyssia, asking what prey tasted best and which animal she most enjoyed hun
