Isaac
The announcement of the baby shower had spiraled into something much bigger than Isaac had anticipated. What was supposed to be a small celebration had transformed into a full-blown royal event once the King got wind of it.
“It must be a traditional Lycan feast,” his father had declared, slapping Isaac on the back hard enough to make him choke on his morning coffee. “This is the first grandchild of the Thorne dynasty—we’ll spare no expense.”
And spare no expense they did not.
The palace was in an uproar with preparations. The royal event planners had commandeered the great hall, where they were busy hanging silver and blue banners—traditional Lycan colors for celebrating a royal birth. The kitchens were testing recipes for a seventeen-course meal. Musicians were bein
